My mom looked around happily, "it's a perfect house!" ... A smile crossed my face. ... My brother and I get to go everywhere with them. ... My heartbeat slowly returned to normal. ... my mind screamed as the tiny hairs on the back of my next stood on end. ...
Visions of freedom, wide-open spaces, uncompromised opportunity, and success became the mythic representation of the American West to many people outside of the region. ... Reflecting on her childhood, Barnes recalled, "So much had changed since the first years of my life, spent living in the woods, years when we moved from one logging site to another." ... Although the Barnes's often moved, she believed that her family and her way of life would always remain stable: "I had moved many times as a child and had come to believe that even in strange homes and new schools, some things would...
