I was young once, and this was my house.

After eating lunch with the fam for our usual Sunday fam-event, I rolled by my childhood house.

This is where I lived from 0-9 years old. I learned how to ride a bike on that sidewalk with no training wheels. I first crossed the street without permission there. I had to get stitches 3 times because of things that happened at that house. I nearly took my older brother’s finger off with the sliding door once. I cried so hard that I puked on the carpet there. I made lots of other kids cry at that house. I learned how to use the phone so I could call my best friend across the street from that house. I made my friend shovel my dog’s first load off the grass at that house. I killed many bugs and caterpillars by rolling them down the driveway in a Folgers can at that house.

The people who live there haven’t done a thing since we moved out… except for adding prison bars to the windows and destroying the yard with piles of rocks. They apparently left our enormous UHF t.v. antenna on the roof which has been obsolete since I think 1990.  I wouldn’t be surprised if some of my toys are still on the roof.

It looks like a building from Life After People. Oh well, it was good while it lasted.