An Enticing wold of Heritage/ this is about famliy heritage and the emotional effects that the environment has on the individual

As I stand on the cold, rotten wooden boards of a half-torn down rustic shack currently being used as storage for old tools and bales of hay, my imagination flickers to images of my grandmother's tales of growing up. My grandmother comes from New Zealand and ever since I can remember, I have listened to her stories of her childhood and living in a country that I have experienced only through photographs and my imagination. …

…be in vein? I stop myself, and gather control of my emotions. I allow the comfort of my imagination to take control. Already I can smell the scent of fresh paint. The noise of nails hammering into planks of newly cut boards. I can feel the love and enjoyment that this house emits. It is then that I realise that future memories, stories, imagination's and emotions lie in the hands of the present. My hands.