Good morning everyone.
A week ago today, I had an experience which I will always remember. I got to go see my childhood home. With great and many thanks to my aunt for arranging it, I got to not only go back to the house, but I got to walk inside and outside.
Leading to the day, I was so excited and a little nervous. I lived in this home from when I was born until I was six years old. My memories of this place are very vivid and wonderful. I can remember what rooms looked like, where furniture was placed, what the yard looked like, and how I felt. Whenever I think back, I am filled with fond memories and good feelings. My aunt was driving, and as we turned down the street, the butterflies in my stomach became so much bigger! I saw all the homes on the street, and remembered our neighbors and riding our bikes. As we entered the driveway, it hit me, "I'm here... I'm finally here." The owner of the home gave us a tour and talked about the upgrades they did and the ones that were completed before she moved in. The very first thing I did was go to a special place where our family had poured cement, and I saw my sisters and my name. I saw this three other times. Anytime my family poured cement for a sidewalk or something, the name of the children who were born were written in, along with the date. My name is only on one, but it was so sweet to see the others, the first with only my oldest sister's name; the other two with both of my sisters names. It was like we were looking at a time line on the ground.
My favorite part was walking on the deck and overlooking the beautiful view. This house (for the past few weeks, I have lovingly been calling it my house), is on a dead end of a very nice street. Since we were at the end, our view from the deck was beautiful field, rolling hills, and oak trees. From this point, I could also look down upon the yard. It was as if the memories of my childhood were playing in my mind... like an old home video.
It was time to go. I had taken many pictures, and felt very satisfied. My aunt took a few pictures of me, and one is of me on the deck with the view behind me, and the second one is in front of the house where my sisters and I took pictures on our first days of school and on Halloweens (when we were all dressed up). I am so glad I was able to share this special day with my aunt.
I came back home that night. I felt terrific. I kept on thinking how lucky I was to be able to have that experience. How many people have the opportunity that I did? I'm sure not enough. I got home, downloaded my pictures, and as I saw them... even more memories (one's I have not thought about in a long time), came back for a much needed visit in my mind. It dawned on me that when I think back on my childhood, I have so many wonderful memories. I am truly blessed. I just cried like a baby that night. "Cried like a baby" you may think? Yes... I did. They were not sad tears, or tears of longing or disappointment. They were very happy tears. Happy to have had the childhood I did. Happy to have the life I live. Happy to know where I came from. Happy to be where I am.
Happy Tuesday to you and yours...
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