by Lara Everett

Created on: May 30, 2008   Last Updated: June 10, 2008

The big move arrives, the shuffle is quite exciting for this three year old little girl, and I hate this place we are living now, I'm so happy to be leaving! I run in and out of our tiny little apartment shoving all my little things into our already very small car. Cheerfully I sing and twirl, dance and laugh. These are the days I remember as "when I thought moving was fun."

My mother though, had a very strange look on her face; I tried to figure out what it was but the longer I stared the bigger her smile became, assuring me all was well. She wasn't sad to leave, that was obvious, but she wasn't happy either. It's as thought it is Potemkin village of emotions she is trying so hard to hide from my siblings and I. Now I know it was fear, she was afraid of moving her 5 children into a place she wasn't sure she could afford. We were at the bliss of our adolescence, unaware of the concerns she had.

On the highest mountains of Golden Colorado sits this beautiful 5 bedroom house, she wanted this for us more than anything in the whole world. I remember the moment we pulled to the end of our mile long driveway to end at the big house made of black bricks, with acres and acres of land that was my new playground, I was exasperated at the sight, my imagination going wild with ideas of all the things I could do here, may it be in the barn or on the top of "my mountain." So many trees to sing to, and clouds to analyze! I was in the most wonderful place in the world!

My mother and I were so excited about all the nature, how many various wild flowers there were, we would take walks for miles and miles, (well probably less than I remember) picking Indian paint brushes, these were my favorite ones. Prairie Cone Flowers, I still can't find those any where, but both of those grew on my mountain, Butter and Eggs, Mexican Hats, Sprawling Daisy, these are the ones I can remember, but I loved them all!

One day we decided that we would plant our own garden of wild flowers so we could visit them every day. My mother and I went to the store and got all kinds of different ones, the ones I recall were Daisies, forget-me-nots', sunflowers, and the assorted ones. We planted them; my mom gave me some tips on how to help them grow. "They need lots of water, and lots of sunshine" she told me.

So I watered those flowers like crazy, I couldn't tell you how many times. I knew they had lots of sunshine already since they were outside and mom and I made sure that they would have lots of sun where we

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