What I remember most about Grandma's house was the back yard. It was huge, easily four times the size of mine, which was magical as child. There was a rusty old swing set and a vegetable garden. One year we helped them plant, and made the mistake of doing two full rows green beans. There were so many we had to sell them at church just to get rid of them. In that yard my sister pushed me around in the wheelbarrow, we made mud pies, and had a funeral for a dead crow we found.
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