A Place Lost In Time

I have always heard of haunted houses, but I had never actually been in one. I saw them afar off the highway, past the haunted swing in the middle of nowhere. It was a place that time had forgotten, haunted by memories of the past and I knew I had to investigate more.

I parked and walked down the long dirt road towards them. What I came up on was more than I ever could have imagined, a place lost in time. I saw a village, abandoned and dilapidated. A place where, many years ago, people had lived, struggled and eventually left. What I had really found was a time capsule, a museum of the past, where people visit and see how our ancestors lived as it slowly rots away into the Earth.

Although we may never know why they left, they still remain there in spirit. The feeling is eerie and not quite right. As I walked through the structures, I found their possessions. I saw where and how they lived. I imagined what it would have looked like in its heyday, the nice painted house with the white picket fence surrounding it, the springs of the once cushy bed and the closet full of clothes and blankets that would keep one warm through the cold Idaho winters. I saw the old chimney and imagined seeing the family through the window on a cold winter’s night talking together by the stove.

The village I found was a place full of memories of the past. And I knew I had to go back – at night!

Tom, Stacie and I had to get out of the apartment. After telling them what I found, we all agreed to go back to investigate the spirits and memories that were still at the village. We parked at the haunted swing and walked the long muddy road to it. As we got closer, it started to appear from the darkness of the night. We shined our lights through the window openings and found remnants of the past, objects forgotten, now found. I, being their tour guide, gave them the “grand tour” to and through the structures. We heard noises of creaking floorboards, animals and noises of the structures settling into the ground. I saw shadows in the corner of my eye, but I think that was just my imagination.
I was hoping to find ghosts, but never did. The place may be haunted, but one thing I know for sure, there are memories there, a spirit that people once lived there. And that feeling that is there will always stay there.

An Eerie Place

People lived here. I imagine a picket fence.

Here I am!

Through the shadows the house is visible.

What I think are ghosts...

EPIC!

Welcome to the World!

My New Niece,

NAOMI GRACE TALLERICO

Born June 10, 2010

Toy Story 3 - Not Just A Kids Movie

When Pixar announced that they were creating Toy Story 3, they had a lot to live up to. Pixar has created another classic and created a perfect trilogy.
Toy Story 3 is not just about our favorite gang of toys breaking out of a daycare, it is deeper, about growing up. In the movie, Andy is going away to college and has to decide what to do with his old toys, who desperately want to be played with. The toys accidentally get donated to a daycare center, but soon realize that a daycare isn't all it's cracked up to be and decide to escape to see Andy once again.
In the film, you meet all sorts of new characters including Ken, Barbie's beau, Lotso, a strawberry scented bear that loves to hug, and a slough of other fun characters. Toy Story 3 provides the laughs that expected from every Pixar movie mixed in with the quality story telling the studio is famous for.
Toy Story 3 is about giving up what is important, but always keeping the memories with you. Essentially, the movie is about moving on, both for the toys and Andy.
This story relates to everyone because eventually we all need to move on from our childhood, but still keep all the wonderful memories. Although I don't still have all the toys from my childhood, I remember them. Although toys can't always last forever, the memories will.
This is one of Pixar's best works. It is a heartwarming tale of growing up and sharing your happiness with others. This film is an instant classic and will be remembered by generations.

June 24, the day I was born!

Through my dreams I heard them come in. I feel my warm covers pulled off, suddenly waking up from the chill. I feel my hands bound together and I go blind from the bandana covering my eyes. I have been kidnapped.

I am escorted out of my room and apartment and hear their laugh. I instantly know it is Erica, Shelby and Carly. I hear the car pull up and am told to crawl into the back. “Where am I going?” I say, “Idaho Falls” I am told. We drive around for about 10 minutes and the bandana falls off. I see we are in the middle of nowhere (which isn’t surprising, as it is Idaho), but not on the road to Idaho Falls. They see it has fallen off and immediately tell me to get down so they can tie it up again. We drive some more and we finally stop. I see through the bandana and see that we aren’t in Idaho Falls at all, but right back at Nauvoo House. “Where are we?” I ask again, not wanting them to find out I know where we really are, “Idaho Falls,” I am told again. I am escorted up three flights of stairs and into their apartment. The bandana is taken off and I see the girls smiling faces, “Happy Birthday!” they tell me.

Warm pancakes, fruit smoothies and homemade syrup are a great way to start off the morning. That combination with the company of good friends made it the BEST morning in a very long time! Thank you!

It was odd going to class in the middle of summer on my birthday, especially when it is a day I have never had school. Overall, it was a god day of school, but this was just the beginning of the day!

That night we went to the caves. After a long and bumpy dirt road we got there. After climbing down rocks into the cave, it is relatively flat. We walked past gratified walls and already lit glow sticks, signs that we were not the only people there. We splattered glow sticks and hid among the darkened rocks. As we exited the cave I looked up and saw the bright moon and city in the distance.

As we drove home, I thought about the year of changes ahead of me, especially the MTC and the mission. I am excited and willing to serve the Lord. My 19^th year of life will have a lot of ups and downs that I am ready and willing to face.

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A Fresh Look

For years, all you have known the green blogger template I have used. For years there has been this sad little corner to the internet, I call mine. But now, it is time for a change, a fresh new look for the next two years! For now, I will continue to post, although once September rolls around, stay tuned for a name change! Goodbye until I post again!

And yes, I will post some of my photos that I have been taking for photo class soon!