This is the house I grew up in. But things have changed. It seems twisted now, evil.
Ok, not evil, but different. It looks strangely familiar but also slanted, like something is wrong.
The maple tree my father planted in the back, which was about six feet tall in my memory, is now huge, shading the whole yard.
There are three satellite dishes on the kitchen window. Not sure why they need three, but that's three too many to have hanging off your kitchen window.
The big front window is new and entirely too modern for that house.
The front bushes are not immaculately trimmed like my father kept them. They look more "Sleepy Hollow-ish"
The front door is barred now, evidently to keep me out, lest I go through the whole house pointing out all the heinous and cruel alterations.
I guess all things change. But I know my childhood home is in there, somewhere. I can feel it.
2 comments:
It IS evil! Well, okay, not evil. But it sure is different and that's just not right.
Some things need to stay the same. Like childhood homes. The people who buy them should be made to sign an agreement stating that they will not change a thing.
It still looks loved and cared for. At least it's not neglected. The biggest thing missing is the gigantic elm tree from the front yard that succumbed to Dutch Elm disease around 1960-ish.
You should see "Moving Up" (TLC) about families that move into a new house, then go back to see what the new owners have changed. The changes are usually better but the former owners get very defensive and emotional about it!
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