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Spring always reminds me of simpler times.
Spring has finally arrived in the south, my favorite season.
When I was growing up in the hills of Kentucky, when we started to see the buds of daffodils, we knew the long cold winter was finally over. Over the weekend, the birds began to sing louder, and the flowers finally bloomed.
I may be biased, but spring in Kentucky will always be my favorite place, reminding me of a simpler time life was easier, and nothing but running through the rain and splashing in puddles was like heaven.
Of course, until we had to go down to the river to clean off the mud, we did not have running water, and if it was not bath day, we were on our own. We never cared; down to the river, we went, coming back shivering but happy.
I feel at peace and calm whenever I return to where I am from. The familiar smells, flowers, and even the birds still sing the same. The disconnection I felt from nature during the cold winters up north has finally dissipated as I slowly awaken from my slumber and make my way outside barefoot.
