If you ask me where I'm from, postal speaking I am from a small town named Sandpoint - right in the tippy top of Idaho, just below the Canadian border. But, when you ask me where I am from regardless of boundaries, I am from Sunnyside. In the mid 1800's a couple stumbled across a field overlooking the lake and decided to make camp on such beautiful grounds. After many days past they began to realize that this land was unoccupied, went up the hill just enough to see the lake but to be able to access many acres of farmland, and homesteaded where we now call 'Grandmas House'. You would think the luck would end after acquiring 200 acres of pure beauty all at the price of nothing - but as generations passed through these fields, that did not seem to be the case.
In the late 1800's my great great grandfather stumbled to his cabin after a long night, fumbling for his keys he decided to take the window instead. As he crawled his way into bed he noticed his bed was already occupied - and even at his state of mind knew that it was surely not his lady. Lighting the candle, grabbing his gun, and revealing the stranger's face, he came across a surreal surprise - there, sitting up on the side of his bed was Theodore Roosevelt. Somehow he managed to come to terms with the President, and they both managed to get a good night's rest. Many came to think he was just telling a drunken story, how unlikely such luck would come to a cabin in Idaho... All until President Roosevelt admitted his breaking and entering to the public, claiming that all should know as long as they understood he, himself, ended up getting the bed for the night (however family tradition still claims the two were too drunk to debate and slept side by side). From then on the two stayed everlasting friends, never allowing for the stories to determine their manliness through hunting and traveling excursions.
When the time dwindled down and he was too old to upkeep the property, he handed down the land to my...
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