Fond memories of our childhood home whether in the city or in the country is a past that no one can take from us.

This is not my childhood home but as I drove by, this house, although not similar to mine had all the elements of a place to grow up in. I found myself thrown back to time without responsibilities, a time where I was anything I wanted to be...a cowboy, a superhero, a treasure hunter...a place where I could leave my tricycle out front, run past my dog, through the front door, and mom would be there with lunch. Afterward, the trike would take me to my best friend's house and we would play outside in the yard until dark taking advantage of every hour of each summer day.

It is my hope that you have your own warm memories of those times as well. If you are a reader or follower of the blog and are decades younger than I...look around your home and it's surroundings for one day...you will pass by a house and a yearning will well up inside you to be able to go back just once more to your beginnings. If that house has memories that are not so good now, time will heal those wounds and you will relive only the good parts when your dreams were only limited by your imagination.

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