One of my favorite songs is Brave Mountaineers. When I was a child there was a wooden trestle here that my best friend (and later sweetheart) would climb and hold on for dear life when a train would pass. Another of our favorite things to do was climb to the barn loft and jump into a pile of hay. She, and those glorious days, are gone, but that song never fails to evoke a very sweet nostalgia.
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