…you might get a few minutes of relaxation and play.
We are visiting my family down near the gulf coast of central Florida, nestled between I-75 and highway 19. There is a culture here that you don’t see in other areas of the country. It’s not really considered “the south” since most of its residents were originally from New York, Ohio, or Michigan. Depending on where you are, it’s a mix of northerners that got stuck here and old school Floridians. I grew up here for the most part. I lived on the outskirts of Brooksville for a bit when I was in preschool, but I lived all of my school years in Spring Hill. It has changed a little… new neighborhoods have been built while older ones have gotten a somewhat run down. The recession has hit hard here. It’s an area where many of its residents worked in the construction business. When that disappears, the families leave. Houses become foreclosed and abandoned.
At my dad’s house you can escape from that. My dad and step-mom have some property stuck right in the middle of the outskirts of Brooksville and Spring Hill. You can still see wild turkeys, snakes, and other critters. There are plenty of places to run and play. It’s a great place to try out new Christmas toys.