Flashback Friday (Part 64) - The House That Built Me
July 23, 2010
This house used to be my home. This was the first house I ever lived in.
I called this house my home til I was 12 years old when we moved around the Beltway from Maryland to Northern Virginia.
I have never been back but just looking at the pictures I'm flooded with memories.
In this house, my bedroom was the window to the top left.
This house didn't have air conditioning.
This house had orange, brown and yellow mixed fiber carpet in the addition off the back.
This is where I had my first sled ride in the back.
This is where I first discovered my love of tulips and daffodils.
This house used to have a red door which is why I'm happy that I recently painted my own door a deep red.
It was to this house that I carried our housekey around my neck because I was a latchkey kid.
This is where I learned how to ride a bike.
This house is where everyone knew their neighbors and actually interacted with them.
This was the house where you couldn't do anything wrong because all the neighbors talked to each other.
I never told my parents but as the moving trucks were pulling out of the driveway, I grabbed a pen and ran up to my room and behind the door in the corner, I wrote my name and the year, 1988. I was twelve.
This country song by Miranda Lambert called "The House That Built Me" really sums up looking at your childhood home.
Now it's your turn.
Find an old picture like Cathy and share a story about it. Flashback Friday has no real rules other than to have fun. Please share the link in comments to your actual post and not main blog for others to find you. If you'd like the button, here's the code to include. There's a square option on the side.
12 Comment:
I love this! I left my first house at 12, and carved my name and date on a tree out back. I'm dying to go back there and see if I did a good enough job to make it stick.
I get a little misty over my childhood home too!
Yours looks kinda like my current home. I have a tri-level. :)
Awww...the house I grew up in holds similar memories. And, my <a href="http://cathyhasantsypants.blogspot.com/2010/07/flashback-friday-naptime.html>flashback</a> today features a picture of my dad and I in our old house.
We moved out of it when I was 10, meaning my parents have been in their current house 20 years, but they still call it the "new house".
Our old neighborhood was so fantastic. Lots of friends, very safe...good memories!
Damn it. I screwed up the link. Oh well, you've already linked to me in the post!
I of course have memories of old houses but moving so much I think some of them are mixed up... love the picture and the memories..thanks.
xx
I would love to go back and visit my childhood home. I still live close, but I feel weird knocking on a stranger's door and asking to take a walk around.
WHERE IN MARYLAND??? I grew up in a similar house in Silver Spring!!! Except I SPRAYPAINTED "CC was here" on the basement wall!
I went back to my childhood home when it was listed for sale about 15 years ago. It had been competely remodeled and didn't resemble my home at all. Luckily, I have PLENTY of memories of what it was like way back when.
I'm so glad I inspired you for this post! It's kind of a weird feeling to walk down memory lane!
I went back to visit the house I grew up in and a Japanese family had moved in and Japanesed it up with bonzais.
My biggest memories are of how safe it was. We could walk a mile from home, run around in a creek and collect stones and walk lazily home. We all knew each other. Too well. One day I was riding my bike and found a $20 bill. Because we all knew each other's lives, I found out it belonged to Mrs. Irwin.
I returned it. No reward. I prayed she would lose it again and that I would not tell a SOUL I had found it.
I visited the house I spent my teenage years in (30 years ago), and the place was a wreck except the fence my dad and I put up.
What a great post!! I was 12 when we moved from my first house too!!!
I will have to find a picture to post about it - great idea and you did a spectacular job of sharing. It sounds like you have lovely memories there.
I love that you wrote your name and year there!!
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