I am so blessed to live in the same neighborhood I grew up in as a child. My parents moved to this one mile stretch of road in the 50’s. My mom still lives in the same house today at the age of 89. I grew up riding my bike on this little one mile long dead end road. Our neighbors all knew each other, there were chickens, and cows and goats. We ran barefoot all summer and went sled riding all winter. Later on I married and my husband and I built our home here, we raised our own children on this same country road. They grew up riding their bikes to grandma’s house. My sister also lives here and we are all very close. There are still neighbors here from the old days, and many new good neighbors as well. My children are grown now, but I hope to spend many more years walking this little one mile stretch of country road I’ve called home all my life. I’m so fortunate to have such a wonderful sense of home.