1027 Dawes Street

1027 Dawes Street

This is my old house, where I lived the first 18 years of my life. My parent bought it brand new 7 years before I was born. It used to have white shutters and a red door, I helped my dad paint them green when I was about 12 or 13. When I was little, I used to think we had alot of bees around our house because the house was yellow. Hornets used to make mud nests on the brick near the front door. And the basketball hoop was my birthday present in 6th grade.

Every once in awhile I drive past it on my way across town. I drove by it last week and it made me really nostalgic for childhood. So many great memories in that house. So many things to be grateful for...

-sitting on the front porch with my mom in the evenings eating popscicles
-planting geraniums all along the front of the house in the spring
-playing simon says with my sister and gracie walker and being told to run around the house 10 times
-playing horse and around the world in my easter dress
-danielle, kevin and i running over chalk with our big wheels on the sidewalk
-creating chalk games that took up the entire driveway
-playing baseball in the backyard with different trees for the bases
-cutting through the woods behind my house to get to the park
-eating watermelon under the big yellow umbrella in the backyard
-tetherball and badmitton
-my brothers watching 4th of july fireworks from the roof
-helping wash the cars in the driveway
-dinner with the kitchen windows open to the sounds of soccer/baseball games at the park
-waking up to my mom's piano students on saturday mornings
-bird watching with my dad and our field guide, trying to identify all the birds at the feeders

Great, great memories. I'm definitely a nostalgic person, and whenever I drive by I think of all these things, and more. And I do miss it. Of course, a person can never go back. So mostly I'm just grateful that I have so many good things to remember.