Childhood Memories of Grampi and the Steamboat Cabin

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The sun shone brightly, with tall, perfectly placed trees casting shadows upon his delicate skin. The horse trotted slowly and smoothly as I gazed into the eyes of prince charming.

For years my family followed a tradition of going up to the Steamboat cabin at least every other weekend. I'd ride up with my grami and grampi asking the famous question "are we there yet" every five minutes, although I always knew when we were getting close. I could see the tall trees that lined the road from miles down the road. Actually, I'm not quite sure it could be called a road. It was barely wide enough to fit a truck through and had been taken over by the weeds so much that you couldn't even see the dirt beneath it.

Whenever we reached the end of the road leading to the cabin, my mind went into fairytale mode. The huge trees that lined the road set the picture of Charlie (as my grampi called me) White and the seven dwarves riding in a horse and carriage with prince charming sitting right next to me. I was always quickly jolted back to reality when the road, after many years of weathering, suddenly felt like a hill of moguls. When we arrived at the entrance to the cabin, before the truck even came to a defined stop, I was gone. I ran up the stairs and sat, staring at the huge wooden door. I would stare so hard, it was almost as if I could see right through it. I would stand there, waiting for my prince to wisk me away to our new adventure. I opened the door and slowly, taking in all of surroundings. My eyes quickly focused on the place my best friend and I, over the years, had become so close: the bar table.

The oblong, slightly curved table sat about four and a half feet high and had two swiveling chairs that. Over time these had naturally been reserved for grampi and I. There we would sit for hours, looking at old license plates, wild turkey beards, bear claws, and of course the old pictures of grampi: the younger years. I had heard all the stories about each of these articles numerous times, but never complained when I knew I was going to hear the again. The walls, counters, and lamp stands were covered with these possessions that had so many

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