The place I remember is my grandma and grandpa's old barn. I do not have pictures of this place from when I was young, but the barn is still there today. I can see my grandma in the barn preparing the pony for us to ride. I can see the horse eating the green grass and my grandma brushing her. The pony is white and brown with a purple bridle, which stands out against the grayness to the wood of the barn. My grandma is going between talking to me and the pony.
If I took a photograph of this place now, everything would be empty, dull. There are no longer any animals in the barn and only the memory of my grandma places her there. Now, I am standing by myself looking at the barn. There is snow on the ground and when I look into the barn, I only see old trackers and unused machinery.
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