I'm my mind I go back to the rim of the big canyon that I spent so much time at as a child. 
I can vividly see how it looked back then, the sage brush and cedars blowing gently in the wind. 
I can smell the dust and the vegetation that surrounds you always in this place. 
I can remember the deer running in the bottom of the canyon. 
I can hear my grandpa as we sit there telling me stories and telling me how to survive there and in life. 
I remember seeing the signs of previous inhabitants of the land come and gone. 
If you listen close enough you can almost hears their songs and chants drifting in the wind. 
I long for this place and the time spent there as a child. 
I long for the feeling of complete peace felt there. 
Sadly though I know I can't go back to that place and time. 
Sadly now all that reside there are the ghosts of the good times. 
I find that as time slips by most of my memories hold those same ghosts.