The House That Built Me

My parents moved quite often when I was a child and I have lived in many different houses, but there is one house that I especially remember from my childhood. When I was selling the magazines from the lung association I walked from door to door, and I also visited one of the houses where I used to live. It was a strange feeling to see the house again and the front yard looked very different today. I was very curious to see the house from the inside as well, but I only got a glimpse of the hall when the new owner opened the door

It is hard for me to listen to that song. It strikes a chord with me too.

hi amanda for me it was the farm and farm house that built me and I often think in my old age of growing up free to roam the large farm and all the trees and the fruit orchards. the memories of growing up on a farm.We had a wrap around porch that had big windows specially built that hooked up on the ceiling during hot summer days.we often slept out on that porch during South Dakota heat waves. I learned to love gardening as we raised all our own fresh veggies and fruits too. Even milk and cheese our cows supplied for usl.growing up on a farm makes a girl wise in home making, cooking, cleaning, all the things that girls raised in big cities do not always learn.I was self sufficent when I met and married my husband to be. He and I were both good cooks and good house cleaners too. lol lol

I was talking to my mom a couple of weeks ago, and we got to talking about the house that I grew up in. She said that she sold that house about 8 years ago, and she said she's glad that she did (she used to rent it out), because it got totalled as it recently got flooded. I would have loved to go in for one last time, and spend a moment or two in the room me an my brother shared.