I drove by the first one yesterday and found this:
Apparently it burned down just Saturday morning (today is Tuesday) and they're not sure why. It was sad to see my childhood home in such a mess (and so incredibly ugly too - it was MUCH cuter when we lived there - thanks Mom and Dad for keeping our homes so nice).
Anyway, I keep looking at this picture, remembering where certain rooms were, where my piano sat, where the kitchen window was located - totally going down amnesia lane. Lots of good memories were made there and I guess in the end, that's all we really need anyway.
3 comments:
How crazy is that? I don't know how I would react if I discovered that my childhood home had burned down! Of course I spent my entire life up until I was 21 in the house, so it may be a little different from you. Where is this house located?
Boo hoo! That's all I have to say about this. It makes me sad each time I pass it.
Tara that is so sad to see your house burned down. I bet that is so hard to see. I remeber family gatherings there.
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