Saturday, March 30, 2019
Our Childhood Homes
I'm sentimental, always have been. Last night I dreamed about the house I grew up in. My mind was flooded with memories and warm feelings. l lived in that house with my parents and brother during the most important years of my life. I recall every detail of the building and our experiences there.
Do you remember your childhood home? What was it like? Big or small? Fancy or plain? What are your feelings about the place? Have you ever returned to it since you left?
My home is in the same town where I live so I can pass by it if I feel nostalgic. As a child, I thought the house was large and majestic but when I returned after college, it looked like a dump. A small building in a crappy neighborhood. Our perspective changes as we grow up.
I lived there with my parents and younger brother Richard. While the house is still there, half of my family is now gone and I'll soon be the sole survivor of the four of us. I find that difficult to believe which is probably why I'm dreaming of earlier days. It's the only way I can see my mother and brother again.