My most favorite place was always my father’s house. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was three years old, so on the weekends my dad would always pick me up. When I say my dad’s house was my favorite, I don’t just mean because it was fun there, but it was beautiful where he lived. My father was a country boy at heart, no doubt’s about that. My dad built the dream house he always wanted. He had a red house with white shutters that was modeled like a barn, and a miniature real barn that looked…
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