I walk past this old two-story barn almost daily now, getting my steps in, and each time I notice it, it seems to have changed yet it is still standing (barely).  Over 35 years ago, it was a working barn with animals in the bottom and hay bales in the loft above.  My friend Evan and I were serious gopher hunters with nooses made from bailing twine, and this was our home base.  We even asked my mom to sew elastics into the cuffs of our pants because we feared a gopher might try to run up our legs.  

The closest we came to catching a gopher was when one ran into a long piece of pipe, and Evan held the noose at one end, and I poured water slowly into the other end.  When the gopher ran out, Evan yanked on the string, and we caught the gopher by its tail for about 5 seconds.

Happy to say I am looking a bit better after 35 years than the barn is, but I too seem to change every day.