This Is Where I Visited

This is the house I grew up in and loved as a young girl.

This was my street where I rode bikes, carried my first dog home and acquired the scars on my knees.

This is my bus stop where my brand new dress got splashed with mud from a puddle.

This is where we ate meals and where I peed on the carpet during a thunder storm.

This is where Mom rocked us in her rocking chair and Santa left footprints on the hearth.

This is where I impatiently waited for many peach cobblers to come out of the oven.

This is where I hid and played with the pots and pans.

This is where I potty trained.

This is where I went to timeout and drew on the walls.

These are the sisters I grew up with in this home. They just moved back in. Lucky girls.