As a child, my house sat atop a hill located in northern Ohio neighborhood. The small town I lived in had a diverse population between the people like me and the modern Amish culture. The town was quiet, the busiest time being the weekend, where the local farmers market was filled with people selling their homegrown fruits and vegetables along with homemade quilts, dolls, and jewelry. Uniontown, Ohio was a beautiful place year round, the trees changing to wonderful reds and flaming oranges during autumn, and the humongous Evergreens covered with heavy snow in the winter. I enjoyed that scene for nine years before my parents decided to move our family across the country.
Our large colonial home was beautiful, perched on top of a hill that iced