I remember back to when we lived in Utah, that we would walk to a HUGE hill somewhere in the middle of no where. the hill happened to be shaped like a horse shoe, so that's what we called it. it was so fun to roll down and run back up.
but then i remember going back to it several years later - i was probably 10 or older... and it was a pathetically small hill surrounded by houses not far from our house....
i could have sworn it was bigger though...
15 July, 2008
Horseshoe Hill
Posted by theporterjames at 11:59
Labels: 1991, Porter James Nay
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