My Observation

Sitting on the edge of 231 is a sign. This sign isn't like most. It's a life like horse trailer suspended in the air. It almost looks real from the side. If you move in front of it or behind it you can realize that it's a fake. The trailer is to thin to be real. It's painted like a real trailer with a south western design of red and white displayed across it's sides. The pattern is almost geometrical with different sizes and angles of four sided figures. It reminds me of the horse trailer we have at home.
When I look at the horse trailer suspended in the air it brings me back to the times me and my family shared. All the times we spent together going to different horse camps in the middle of the summer. I can just smell the camp fire and the horses. Looking at the trailer sends me back into time. The time when there were no worries and everything was just a game. I wish that I still lived in those years. Although I'm not old by any means, there's nothing like child hood memories. My sisters and I would all tell scary stories before we went to bed. We usually ended up scaring ourselves and not being able to go bed. Every noise we heard from frogs, to branches breaking in the woods sent us running to our parents even though we all knew there was nothing really there.