I had a recurring dream that started when I was about 6 years old that I was able to go through the bushes on the side of our family house in Grand Rapids, Michigan to my grandmother's house (Mama Jen Farris) in Hammond, Louisiana. The dream was very vivid, and as I crossed through the bushes, I was at the front door of Mama Jen’s house. Mama Jen came to the door excited to see me as she always was. She didn’t seem to wonder why I was there by myself; she just brought me in to the kitchen where she was making her world famous breakfast of bacon, eggs and home made biscuits. As the dream went on, I realized that all our family was there, as they were every major holiday. Since we lived so far away, we usually only made it back to Hammond for the Christmas holidays. The trip from our house in Michigan required a 16 hour drive, and I rode most of the way in the confines of the back seat of my mom’s VW bug. Maybe that’s why my dream of the magic bushes was so wonderful, I felt like I could visit whenever I wanted to on a moments notice.