Do you ever think about your childhood, where you lived, how you lived, your Mother and Father and siblings. I have this friend that sings this song The House That Built Me . Every time I hear this I think about the house I lived in Fort Worth, Texas. How rural and simple things were. Play could be no more than throwing a dirt clod at a friend and he threw one back and it was if you were at the Battle Of The Bulge. Kick the can, spin the bottle, first kiss, simple things that made an extraordinary life that was worth remembering.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 04:43:44 +0000
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