The Perfect Place Close your eyes and picture the most beautiful place you could imagine. To you it may be waterfalls and palm trees or mountains that stretch as far as you can see. To me it is a little, white farmhouse that sits in a small town called Nevada Mills. Just picturing it floods my mind with the most incredible childhood memories that I could never forget. I see the old wooden diving board …
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…and the next minute we are balancing a checkbook. Dressing down in our underwear on those hot summer days suddenly transforms into the reality of dressing up for those job interviews. On the days of too much homework and too much stress I want to go back to my grandparents house. It is the perfect place to go. In my mind it is a fairytale, a true fairytale, where everything always ended happily ever after.