This weekend we had the opportunity to visit the farm my dad grew up on. I had seen it before, but I was very young and uninterested in the trip down memory lane. This time we arrived on a tractor ride en masse and it was easy to feel the nostalgia by proxy. I tried to imagine my dad and his siblings working and living on this farm, my grandmother hanging laundry, grandpa driving the John Deere. I always pictured it to be much larger and apparently my dad shared that feeling. He stood in the space between the barn and the house and marveled that the distance between the two was so small compared to his memory of it. Funny how the years between here and there can expand the spaces of your childhood.