I was thrilled to get the opportunity to go back to the home I grew up in--and more than that to show the children where I lived for the first 18 years of my life. Going in was easy, I suppose since it looked nothing like what I remembered. And my goodness did it look tiny! I was tickled to see the hopscotch my mom painted us still peeking through the worn cement.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
You Can Go Back Home
I was thrilled to get the opportunity to go back to the home I grew up in--and more than that to show the children where I lived for the first 18 years of my life. Going in was easy, I suppose since it looked nothing like what I remembered. And my goodness did it look tiny! I was tickled to see the hopscotch my mom painted us still peeking through the worn cement.
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