When I was 13, my friends parents had a barn. She had older brothers who delighted in squirting us with milk causing us to run and scream and laugh. We often sat with our legs hanging out the hay door, enjoying life. Oh Youth...
Youth is a gift of nature, but old age is a work of art.. Stanislaw
Old barns tell the best stories........
If you ride it, feed it
If it drinks water, give it some
If you unlock it, lock it back up
If you borrow it, return it
If you don't know, ask
If you leave a mess, clean it up
If you break it, fix it
If you move it, put it back
If you throw it down, pick it up..