The House That Built Me

December 26- Mine and Kevin's childhood house burned. (Mom still owned it) And although I am grateful no one was in the house, I am saddened by this. I know you hold memories in your heart but that house was were we survived hurricanes, our parent's divorce, Mema's passing. So this blog is dedicated to the "house that built me". We moved into this house when I was in 3rd grade. I remember Bradley being so excited that I was going to be his neighbor. As we grew up, Bradley would knock on my window for me to come outside. Kevin learned how to ride his bike on the grass at that house. Our dog, Star and Roxie are both burried in the backyard. We had a trampoline that ended up being my tanning spot during the season. I remember having a crush on a boy that lived across 2 streets and I could see his house when I jumped on the trampoline. I did it a lot! It snowed once enough that Daddy could make us some snow cream. All of the Christmas mornings! Mom and Dad had to move into the living room while their room was being added on ontop of their old room becoming mom's closet and a bathroom being installed. No one was allowed at our house during this time. Once, my "Rustang's" horn went off in the middle of the night and mom had to go out and beat on the car for it to stop. Basketball Sundays when all of our friends would come over to play basketball. Our first Christmas when our parents decided to get a divorce..Dad was still there on Christmas morning. Easter Egg hunts in the backyard. The plum tree that made such a mess of our backyard that eventually got cut down. Club houses with Joey, Kevin, and Andrea. I have a ton more but memories are in your heart but without our home, theses memories wouldn't be. I recall saying to my parents when they decided to divorce that I was staying with the house..didn't matter which parent it was. My heart is a little heavy today looking back. Dillon will always be home and 450 Pinecone Road will always be "the house that built me".