I braced myself as I cracked open the door and peeked inside. The smell of bleach, warm milk, and manure flooded my senses. There was a lifetime of memories wrapped up in those smells. Much to my surprise, I found myself regarding the aroma quite fondly. Long hours spent milking cows with my dad and siblings, pull-up competitions on the pipes running throughout the barn, water fights, and long talks with my dad flowed into my thoughts like a warm hug from an old friend. Even before I stepped one foot into the barn, I was home.
