A special place
My grandparents’ house has always been my second home. I stay there overnight sometimes. The best part about it is that it’s not only a house, it’s a barn with cows, a cat and a pig. I love to stay over and help with the animals. Two of the cows are mine. I am always happy there, always laughing. I am also closer to my cousins there, a lot of my family lives very close to my grandparents’ house. I love seeing my family there, but the cows are what make me feel at home. The smell and the noises are something not everyone has the chance to experience. I am lucky to have it. Most people think that I am crazy when they hear me say I really like the smell of cow manure, but it really makes me feel at home. Some other smells that I like at the farm are milk replacers, the cleaning supplies they use for the milk machine, and fresh cut hay in the summer.
The noises though, you just can’t explain. The sound of the milk machines, the pump, and the calves little moos. They all assure me I am right where I want to be. The barn is long with lots of windows facing the field. Down the long section, there are 37 stalls and 1 cow in every single one. Number 17 is somewhere in the middle with the only brown cow. Facing the road is the hayloft, next to it, is the calf pens and the milk house, both connected to the row of stalls. The whole barn is big and red. My cows are just as important to me as my family. In a way they are part of my family. When I am around them I am a different person. I feel something I don’t feel any other time. I feel strong, confident, and independent, and overall, I’m happier. My grandparents’ farm is definitely my second home. I’m not sure what I am going to do when it’s not there anymore.
My grandparents’ house has always been my second home. I stay there overnight sometimes. The best part about it is that it’s not only a house, it’s a barn with cows, a cat and a pig. I love to stay over and help with the animals. Two of the cows are mine. I am always happy there, always laughing. I am also closer to my cousins there, a lot of my family lives very close to my grandparents’ house. I love seeing my family there, but the cows are what make me feel at home. The smell and the noises are something not everyone has the chance to experience. I am lucky to have it. Most people think that I am crazy when they hear me say I really like the smell of cow manure, but it really makes me feel at home. Some other smells that I like at the farm are milk replacers, the cleaning supplies they use for the milk machine, and fresh cut hay in the summer.
The noises though, you just can’t explain. The sound of the milk machines, the pump, and the calves little moos. They all assure me I am right where I want to be. The barn is long with lots of windows facing the field. Down the long section, there are 37 stalls and 1 cow in every single one. Number 17 is somewhere in the middle with the only brown cow. Facing the road is the hayloft, next to it, is the calf pens and the milk house, both connected to the row of stalls. The whole barn is big and red. My cows are just as important to me as my family. In a way they are part of my family. When I am around them I am a different person. I feel something I don’t feel any other time. I feel strong, confident, and independent, and overall, I’m happier. My grandparents’ farm is definitely my second home. I’m not sure what I am going to do when it’s not there anymore.
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