Growing up I lived in a small one-story house in a tiny town called Bulls Gap, Tennessee. Even though the town was as small as an ant, it was the friendliest town around. Living in Tennessee was great but the view of the mountains was spectacular. The mixture of the house along with the sunsets that were more colorful than a field of tulips and rolling mountains made it great.
The house had a porch on the front and one on the back. The color of the siding was tan and looked like the sand in the Sahara Desert. Walking into the house the aroma of freshly baked bread along with the smell of a cake baking in to oven. The carpet would grasp your feet like quicksand but was soft like velvet. Appliances the color of the night sky would contrast
