Let me tell you about a Barn.
Whenever I injure myself, whether it's a paper cut or any bump or bruise, my family will joke that I fell off the barn roof again. As I’ve mentioned, my family owns a hobby farm North East of the city near Port Perry on Lake Scugog. Most of the property is rented to neighbouring farmers to grow vegetables. Mostly corn. We just use the house, the surrounding out buildings, the meadow and wood lot. The farm dates back to the late 1800’s and has been owned by my Dad’s family since the 1950’s. The big six bedroom house and the barn were originally built in 1866. The place is our home away from home and now my eldest step sister Lorraine, her husband and my two young nieces are living there raising horses and teaching equestrian. When I was twelve, just after we returned home to the city after the world tilted, I helped my Dad clear out the basement of his model railway empire which was destroyed by the flood, salvaging what we could. My bedroom, back then, was filled floor to ceiling w