Last weekend I spent a day adventuring with my dad on the old family farm. It was really magical- but I think that was more spending the day with my dad. He had some really awesome stories about the place. I have been there before, but not since I was really little. Those rocks I’m sitting on? I have had my picture there before. I need to find the other one when I’m home over break.
I think I often overlook how blessed I am to have the family I do. Both my parents love me and would do anything for me. I know that’s what parents are supposed to be like, but so many people are deprived the love and support I’m given day after day, mistake after mistake. Every now and then a day adventuring with my dad or exploring with my mom will remind me. I’m lucky. Really damn lucky.