Richmond Hill

When mom told me that they were planning on moving earlier this year I really did not know how I felt about it.  I moved to Richmond Hill when I was 9 and spent 11 years, there, most of which I became "established" and made the little community my home.  But the reality that they were moving really did not come until the house actually got sold and then I began to think about never going to the home that became my home and where I grew up.  There are so many memories there and I will miss it, even though I do not live at home anymore, but I am grateful that the house did sell and that mom gets to go back to her home, Atlanta =).
But I kind of just want to review before I forget all the memories about Savannah.  I met a lot of people there that I will miss, Coach Kollman, Mrs. Thompson, Mrs. Turner, Mrs. Kelsey, all the football players parents that always see me when I am home, Sister Bryson, Mr. Gary, the Walker's ect. Many others, and so leaving and knowing I will not see them even when I go "home" kind of makes me sad.  I will miss the house and Richmond Hill because of all the memories associated with it, both good and bad,  like the time I fell through the front porch roof from the attic trying to get wood to build bunny hutches and Lisa just running away from it, or the exact place of the exact field I first injured my knee, or when Lisa and I saw a freaky white angel thing on 144 driving home one night, or crabbing with dad on the Tivoli bridge or swimming off the long dock, ect..  So even though my little picture slide doesn't even begin to bring back all the memories (good thing for dads journal) they still make me smile just to have them up =).

 At this point we did not have a go cart, but we did have a box, the bottom of a chair, and a kite and a windy day, Volia! Go cart =)

 We spent our money that we had got for Christmas on boats, now Lisa and I were kind of against Katie at this point in our lives (sorry katie, We love you !) so we spent and extra $15 on another boat so we did not have to share the space in ours.

 We loved every time a hurricane blew threw because it meant a windy rainy storm to play in!

 The first bunnies!

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 Peter walked into the house and suggest we all go outside and dig a hole, hours later we had a 6 foot hole in our back yard

 I remember everyone inside and I was outside doing something, and I saw this bird in our yard, so I run inside and I yell that there is a really big blue bird in our yard, after some convincinig and scoffing everyone came outside and sure enough we had a peacock in our yard and naturally spent the next hour trying to catch it

 Christie as my coach!

 Awwww...

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 Peter's last meal as a preemie at home!

 I cried when I saw our fake tree, but eventually I warmed up to it =)

 Football of course

 The Savannah International Airport

Many many many games on this field by all 6 Barnes kids!

And the videos are just really funny =)

So even though these pictures are few and only depict a few memories they get the general idea across. I will miss Richmond Hill, and I will miss the people there.  I know that Savannah was a good place for us to go, because even though at times it was really hard to live there, there is of course a reason to everything. I know that there is/was a reason we were there and now there is a reason we are headed back to Atlanta, but Richmond Hill is my home and I am grateful for all the memories there, good and bad, because good makes me appreciate life and bad teaches me lessons and makes me appreciate the good memories that much more.  So here is my shout out to home =)