All of this fun packing has made me decide to run away for a few days. Why not, right? I mean, it's not like we have a deadline or anything to move out. (Well. . . okay, that's not exactly true.) But I have decided to take a mental health break while Ethan's out of town and take the kids to visit Grandpa and Grandma.
We used to have deer come into our yard and eat the strawberries. It drove my parents crazy. We also had a cow wander through one time that I remember. I used to think I could survive on my own by eating honeysuckle flowers and apples off our trees. (This was when I got mad at my parents and wanted to live outside. I know, so mature.)
Since I'm on their computer, I have to download pictures from their files. I just found a bunch of pictures of the house I grew up in. I lived there until I was eighteen and left to tour with the drum corps. While I was gone that summer, they moved. Nice, huh? (Kidding! Don't feel bad when you read this, mom.)
Here's some of our yard. Yard, yard, yard. Oh, I should mention that these pics were obviously taken on one of those delightfully freezing winter days, so it's not that pretty to look at.
We used to have deer come into our yard and eat the strawberries. It drove my parents crazy. We also had a cow wander through one time that I remember. I used to think I could survive on my own by eating honeysuckle flowers and apples off our trees. (This was when I got mad at my parents and wanted to live outside. I know, so mature.)
Here's the house. This was taken a couple of years ago when the current owners put it on the market. 
Well. That's my old bus stop.
And the nearest paved road. Hmm.
My brother and I rode our bikes a lot when we were little. We also rolled down the hill in barrels. We didn't have many neighbors, so we kind of wandered all over the place. It was a good place to grow up.
I promise to answer those questions about our new home soon. Like maybe tomorrow. :)
4 comments:
That was fun walking down your memories! I'd forgotten that you grew up in the country. We'd love to be in the real country (just driving past fields of livestock on our way to walmart don't really count I guess.)
I am totally excited to see your new house! Thanks for sharing memories and picture of you older homes. :)
I always love going back and looking at the houses I grew up in. There's something special about it.
Awww, the good ol' house you lived in when I met you! I still remember the first time I came over, standing in the kitchen meeting your mom, who was thrilled when she found out I was a Christian! Good times...
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