Redecorating the Past

I have a fascination for old backyard sheds like this one.  What part did it play in the human drama that occurred on this property?

Lotsa times I sit here in my retirement, thinking about our family farm that I left when I was 16.  I can close my eyes and take a mental walk over the rocky farm yard, peek into each building, see and hear the grunting hogs eating slop from the troughs, the hens clucking in their nests,  and remember sitting on the wooden hog floor fence and situating myself on back of one of my brother's gentle Brown Swiss cows, pretending to be Roy Rogers riding on Trigger.

It's funny how ordinary things, like an abandoned building in a stranger's back yard, can wake up our childhoods.  Sometimes I think my fish-story imagination makes mine into more than it really was.  Oh, well, as long as I can still feel my little-girl giggle inside my tummy, that's all that matters to me.