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"Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to."
~John Ed Pearce
It has been well over 30 years since I set foot in that old house.
It was torn down years ago, but in my memories it still stands proud.
I step inside it's walls and walk up the creeky stairs to my old room.
I wander through the contents and look out the window at the view.
I can't go back and hear the voices that echo through the halls,
but I can carry the memories with me and never let them fall.
I can't go back and hear the voices that echo through the halls,
but I can carry the memories with me and never let them fall.
Step into my parlor and bide a while with my view.... Nice one, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteLove Pearce's quote. I like the idea of your memory looking out the view of your window. I can remember looking out my bedroom window and wishing ....
ReplyDeleteCarrie, I feel the same way about my childhood home. I can SEE everything yet SO well.
ReplyDeleteI like my view of childhood to be from here and now...
ReplyDeleteI never miss a visit to my childhood home when I travel back to the Midwest ... very nice, Carrie.
ReplyDeleteI used to spy on the neighbor through my window. Fun to keep those memories.
ReplyDeleteThis is great. I love the ending.
ReplyDeleteThis is how I feel about my grandparents' house - it was torn down a few years ago. I can still remember what it was like to go hang out in my dad's old room.
ReplyDeletesmiling and cool expression.
ReplyDeletewow.
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