What place seemed much smaller after coming back to visit again?
After repeatedly coming back to this Plinky prompt, I eventually found my answer- The Pasture, the field next to the house my grandparents inhabited when I was a kid.
When I was a kid the patch of land next to my grandparents’ house seemed large and mysterious. I remember my grandpa picking me up and plopping me down on his tractor. We would go riding across The Pasture together. I remember those rides lasting for so long that in my memory The Pasture is miles wide. In fact, however, when driving past the old house after my grandparents had moved away and after I had aged a bit, it became clear that The Pasture was really just a small estate with no house on it. It was not an exotic field with tall grass and scary creatures; it was actually just a patch of land with overgrown weeds located between two houses.
Although I know the true width of The Pasture, it is the depths of the memories that it procures that make me smile.
