Part of me

In our lives there are moments that become a part of who we are. There are also places that are forever burnt in memory. This lonely dirt road is such a place for me, located right by my parents house..it leads down through my grandma's farm. I can't pen point when i first walked the road, it just always was there. I spent many hot days walking on the road when I was young, many other things I remember..too numerous to write. I hope everyone would have a place like this to remember..even if just to provide a brief moment of rest. It's kinda neat how no place special can become a part of who we are.