...tunnels in the snow in Maine. Dad would make a short tunnel in the snow bank that lead to a little hollowed out area. We'd play in there.
...my McDonald's playset.
...rolling a beer from the kitchen to the living room and watching it explode in Dad's face.
...watching the bull, Joseph, being born on Christmas day in the garage of our house because the barn was too cold.
...the pig wallow.
...riding the toboggan down the hill next to the house.
...the long walk to the mailbox.
...breaking off icicles and sucking on them like lollipops.
...the stairwell in our house. I can't remember much else from the inside other than the stairs.
...looking out the plate glass window in the living room and SWEARING that I saw Smokey the Bear standing off in the woods.
