Ok, so I live at the same address that we moved to when I was just six months old. The old house was torn down and a new one built in its place in 2001. At that time, Moma and Dad could not tear down the old garage even though it needed it because that is where ALL of their stuff was stored during the building of the new house. So...now, seven years later, we are FINALLY getting to tear down the old garage.

I *know* that it needs to happen, I even helped clean it out in preparation for the new 12x16 building that Dad and I purchased (Moma died in 2003). And now it is time...to take down the old walls and chop up the old concrete floor. There are holes in the roof that you could walk through, it is rotten to the core and is going to fall down on its own if we don't do this soon. But, it hurts. I know that is stupid. But I love seeing the only remaining thing of the old house. I wish it did not have to happen. Why? I have no idea. None. Zip, zilch, zero, nada, nil, nunca, nein.

I am going to Washington with my older sister (Yep, I said older :P) to visit the younger sister. I cannot wait to see both of my sisters and the kids, and when I come back, we will destroy the old garage. I just hope that Dad waits that long. Because even though I hate to see it go, I want to be a part of it. It has served us well.