A Place to Dream

When I was a little girl I dreamed about all sorts of things. It was always something different, for whatever reason. When my cat brought home a dead mouse I wanted to be a veterinarian so that I could heal the wounded animals. When my mom didn't feel good, I wanted to be a doctor so that I could make her all better.  When my older sister, Amy, came home from school crying I wanted to be a circus clown so that I could make her laugh.  All I really knew at the time was that I wanted everyone to be happy. I wanted every day to be sunny and warm. I wanted everything to sparkle and shine like the stars in the sky.

When I was 8 years old my grandfather passed away. He was my mother's father. I didn't know him very well, but I do remember his smile. And donuts! Grandpa loved donuts. He especially loved the ones with white cream filling and chocolate icing on top.  When he passed away my mom inherited his farm in Iowa, so we moved there. My sister and I loved it! The horses and cows in the fields. The endless fields to run through! My favorite place in the world soon became the huge barn on the back of the property.  That barn was my refuge. Before my dad left us, my parents would fight all the time. My sister and I would run to the hay loft and lay there for hours. There was a hole in the ceiling from a big storm that happened years ago. I could see the night sky as I laid in the hay.

That's where I did all of my dreaming.

*this is an original story written by Erica Musyt...do not copy or distribute without her permission. thank you*

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