this is my childhood home. the only home i remember. my parent's built it and raised me and my brothers there. my room was the one to the left of the front door. i left this home about 25 years ago. but, it is the house that built me.
i grew up in lucas, tx...beautiful country outside dallas. i left in 1991 when i graduated high school and, have only been back a few times. when i was there ten years ago, we actually knocked on the door and toured our old home. wonderful, wonderful memories.
a few months ago we heard we had lost a family friend. it was the dad of one of my great childhood friends and the husband of my mom's dear friend. with that news, my mom called and said, "i'm going to texas. want to go?". YES! so, off we went. we have spent the last four days visiting, laughing, crying, and touring my wonderful home town. {it had been ten years since we have been there}. it some ways - it has changed dramatically. in others - it is just the same.
we saw our old home. paint was different but, structure was the same. more homes have been built around it. {more homes have been built everywhere}! the small country roads are the same but, more buildings crowd the edges. my little elementary school was still there but, it has grown in to a whole school district of it's own. malls and whole foods are plopped down in what used to be "the middle of nowhere". |
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