On the way back from the airport this morning, I decided to drive through the old neighborhood, it was only a 20 minute ride. As I drove up it totally took me by surprise. The house that seemed huge , was average size at best . I could see my mom standing in the kitchen ,and smell the crock pot . The reality is , shes gone , only memories. I could see my baby sisters playhouse . I remember how jealous I was when she got it . It seemed so tiny and tattered now, but to us it was huge. It took my breath to see my backyard, my dogs Bo and Sam lived there . They are long gone, but own a piece of my heart . As I drove through I was overcome with tears . Those of us that grew up there understand. Our neighborhood was special, our own little community. I remember good times and bad , mostly good. I think the memories are so special because mom is gone , my daddy turned away from us , the house is tattered. But childhood memories of friends and dogs , bicycle wrecks , kick-n-go collisions ( Robyn Harris ) spats and magic Christmas mornings cant be taken away . Thankful for the memories.
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 13:22:47 +0000
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