Whew. I remember the farm. It's like it just happened yesterday...
-being whisked away noises-
I was young at the time. I was on Grandma's farm. Dad farmed it because, well, Grandpa was gone long before I came around and Dad liked farming. He found it relaxing; an excellent way to spend the time he had while not working elsewhere at one of his many other jobs he had when I was little.
It was a farm; there were fields, a big farmhouse; Grandma had a huge yard. In fact, it was so big it had a name. Maple Lawn. Nicest lawn I've ever seen.
I used to go to the farm with Dad every other day (I had kindergarten every other day instead of that morning/afternoon crap) and I would watch cartoons with Grandma, play with things in the yard, garage, creek, whatever. I was happy there. It was youth; fun, energetic, sunny. I always associate that farm with being sunny.
I remember...the time Dad shot the groundhog that was under the outhouse...the table saw upstairs in the garage...the strawberry garden that was there every year...the alligators (moss patches) in the creek...the snakes...swimming in wagons of corn...that night, with the rain, and Mom, with those huge rubber boots, stuck in the mud, with the pigs...Grandma. I miss Grandma. But then again, I miss everything.
I seem to have gotten side-tracked. I apologize. Anyways, um, here's a joke:
(I'm sure you can assume the answer is the node title)