The front yard had splotches of somewhat green grass here and there.The walkway to the front porch was kind of old and some of the cement bricks were broken.
They also had a few crosses and a thing like that decorating the 70's looking walls.
Even though we live like 45 minutes away, they balled as if we were never coming back.
I'd take one last swing on the old tree and we'd depart.
When I was younger, I used to always go to my grandparents house. They were very hardworking, caring, and strict and the way their house felt reflected their personalities.
Even though they haven't lived in their old house in a while, I will always remember it. The house I will forever have embedded in my mind was located in the rural town of Bovina, Texas.