Making my mark...

I love my parents house. It has so many memories tied to it. My parents made sure that my sister and I had our own piece of it too. We each have our own persimmon trees in the backyard. Every year, they both have so many fruit that all my aunts and uncles try and bring home bags full of persimmon. One of my uncles even brought a barrel to the house one year!

Anyways, my parents did something else to make sure I made my mark in that house. Something more permanent.I almost forgot about it until I passed by it to see my dads new tomato patch.