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“Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder--no matter how old you became and how much you'd seen, things could still be new if you were willing to believe they still mattered.

My cousins and I would build hay "forts" using our Grandfather's tobacco sticks. Sometimes he would think he had more hay than he really did. Imagine his surprise when he uncovered our fort and found a large cavern with no hay bales!