It is much different now than when I first came here as a child.
What was once a thriving farm is now a chaotic plot of land with memories wedged in the knots.
I was lost then and also naive being just a boy. It was by sheer coincidence that I found this place and was allowed to stay.
The farm was a haven. I was allowed to be carefree and enjoyed life at ease without the hustle and bustle of the city. Without the fear of being hit by a car or taken by a stranger.
The summer felt timeless then. I remember how still everything was and the ease it gave me.
It was also the first time I met her. A little girl who found me one day under the neighboring forest. She made me realize how alone I was.
The time we spent together is now a blur like the smudged ink on the old letters I had exchanged with the old man that owned this farm.
I walk against the old honey tree, the only tree that survived all of the hardships of the seasons. The bees are the only inhabitants of this farm now. Reminiscing, I recall the tree being a tad shorter.
I am back at the entrance of the old farmhouse. I cannot help but lower my head as I recall the old man who had once lived.
The man had become a mentor to me through all the letters we exchanged. He became my friend although we had only met once.
I sigh and look at the rest of the farm, a nostalgic mess. The city's life had become dull and it was through fate that I had been gifted the place of my childhood. Looking towards the entrance I can vaguely see the first time I walked onto this farm. Taking my memories behind me, I start anew.
(Author's Note: Another experiment this time with nostalgia. Short like an opening to an old Harvest Moon, this story was centered on the perspective of the main character entering the farm in Mineral Town. The more I play the newer games the more I started to look back to the classic "inherit the old man's farm". Thanks for reading and I hope to bring more stories in the future.)