There are so many fond memories frolicking in my mind.
As kids we would ride our bikes up this hill and literally fly down
at top speeds. There was the smell of eucalyptus and a fresh creek
breeze whipping against our rosy cheeks.
We would create crayon etching of the beautiful stones. We
weren't scared and didn't think hanging out in cemetery was creepy.
We still don't think so and either do the kids.
That's my brother, Joe, Holly and Jacob.
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