Places That Remind Me of My Childhood: The Cow Pasture

The cow pasture is back behind my grandparent’s house and you have to walk down a long trail to get to it. Often, we would ride the many bikes that were available in the shed down to the pasture and into the woods, subsequently getting mosquito bites and scratches in the process because the grass was so tall. The pasture used to house cows a long time ago, but were presumably sold after my grandparents retired from farming. My memories, like I stated above, include riding bikes back there and just doing general exploring through the pasture and back into the woods. This always resulted in some form of terror as we usually found deer skulls which were super creepy and other ominous things. It was a wide open field that was always so much fun to play in.