Childhood Memories

So, new blog and everything. It needs some customization, but I figured it's better to just get started writing again and take the layout and setup as I go. Also, I wanted to do write this out before I left.

When I was a kid, we used to go to my grandmothers cabin in Sunnfjord. It was a nice place to spend parts of the summer, down by a lake where we could fish or go swimming, a forest clad mountain where we picked blueberries, a farm next door where we used to visit the piglets. I have some good memories from that place. It's always green and it's always sunny. And in the evenings, we played board games and read Care Bear comics my cousins brought with them.

I haven't been there in 15 years, yet for some strange reason I expect it to be the same as I left it. I remember the cabin itself as being pretty big, more then enough room for two families. A small road going along the lake, our cabin somewhat secluded on a hill moving up towards where the lush forest comes creeping down. Neighbors, but not a lot, and nice and quiet except for an angry dog named Wolf. An area untouched by the cabinization of Norwegian lakes.

This weekend I've gathered some friends to go back to the cabin for some quiet relaxation. People say it's going to be completely different from what I remember. Overpopulated. Some claim I won't even be able to recognize the cabin, leading us on a wild goose chase around the lake.

Lets see how well my childhood memories serve me.