In the small town that shaped a lot of my childhood, there was a yellow house on the corner. On the outside there was always flowers up the walkway leading up to the stairs, and a black iron railing lead you up to the front door. When you walked in, you walked right into the living room and straight through was the kitchen. When you walked into the living room, you would see her chair in the corner she had a blue pull out sofa, and another chair in the corner. Her big old retro TV sat on the other side of the room that led …show more content…
As a young kid and having to travel back and forth between my parents houses, in different states. Her house was my safe place, it was my comfort, and a place I could go to no matter what. This house means more to me now, then it did as a child. From making mud pies in the dirt, to playing hide and go seek in the back trees. To sitting at the breakfast bar and making cookies and talking about our day. I would do just about anything to go just have one more conversation with her at the breakfast bar. Her house is probably my most favorite place in the world, although I can no longer go there or see her every day, the memories can last a