The House That Built Me

This is the house I lived in for most of my childhood years. I haven’t been inside in 20 years, but I have lots of memories….

where I had many sleepovers

where I put “Sun In” in my hair and laid in the back yard

where I sat on the front porch listening to music on my ’80s boom box

where I grumbled and complained about shelling butter beans

where my grandmother set fire to a dish cloth passing it over a candle

where we had family game nights on most Fridays

where I sat in the corner in “time out”

where my parents took prom pictures on the front porch

where I cried when the boy I liked didn’t like me back

where my friends and I practiced our cheerleading in the yard

where a lizard got in when we brought in the live Christmas tree

where my dad and his friend grilled hamburgers under an umbrella in the rain

where my mom yelled at me to do my homework

where I read under the covers at night with a flashlight

where I almost prayed for death when I had the flu and was throwing up for a week

where my mom gave me the “birds and bees” talk and I rolled my eyes

where I got a few spankings

where I got lots of love




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