Monday, October 31, 2011

home...


Home is a word we hear often and never really stop to think of it's meaning. Home to me is family, security, love... most of all family perhaps i'm wrong in my opinion but alas it is mine to have regardless...
This was my home... i live in a house now with wonderful neighbours and a nice yard but it's not home.
I call the pictured house home cause it was the last place i remember my fmaily still being together when my egg donor was mom rather then phyllis, where my half brother was my best friend and my hero. I can remember my aunt and uncle laying down rock work around the woodstove in the living room, i can remember sitting at a big wooden kitchen table as a family at meal times, we all had our own special cups as well mine had a picture of a cute yellow chick on it.
It's where i first learned about animals , and had a cow instead of a pony. Brutus was just as good as any pony i can recall climbing the white wooden fence we had embracing the pasture and crawling on top this old balck and white cow's back and him walking around the pasture with me tame as a kitten.
i remember the trailor my grandfather had next to our garage where he lived , my grandmother was 20 mins away at best.
i remember stepping on a board and getting a spike in my foot and screaming bloody murder i was stuck on that spike and couldn't get it out. my grandfather stepping on the same board and pulling me off the spike.
i remember the whoopings i'd get for taking my three wheeler on the road and down the hill to the brook lol. i knew i wasn't allowed but if my brother went with his bike i had to be right behind him.
the feild across the street where we would run through climb the nearest tree and watch our house pretending it was someone else's.
mr sweatem and his green and yellow beans , my parents tricking me into eating canned beans telling me they were sweatem beans lol
the strawberry shortcake wallpaper in my room.
Like i said home, when my family was still a family.
i drove past the other day just to go through memory lane of a happier time and smiled through my tears cause now a new family lives there and they get to call that house HOME

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