


FMF: When a Moment Turns into a Story to Tell
I could tell he was having a lot of fun. His little feet ran around, chasing the water squirting up from the ground. I watched from the side under the shade of the tree. My little nephew pulled my mom by the hand to the next mini fountain at the park earlier today. I...
Looking Back on the Camp Days
empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...
Returning to the Cabin in the Woods
We drove down the long road until it turned to gravel. When we hit the rocks and dust stirred around the van, I knew we were almost there. The excitement grew as I unloaded and rode down the pathway to my cabin for the week. Camp was about to begin and I would soon...![[Memoir Mondays] Stuck at Home, part three](https://lauracrobb.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/MemoirMondays_header.jpg)