This is where I went

Last week, I went on a very nostalgic adventure. I want to share it with you!

This is the house that my grandparents built, that I grew up in and loved as a young girl.

This was my street where I rode bikes, carried my first dog home and acquired the scars on my knees.

This is my bus stop where my brand new dress got splashed with mud from a puddle.

This is where we ate meals and where I peed on the carpet during a thunder storm.

This is where Mom rocked us in her rocking chair and Santa left footprints on the hearth.

This is where I impatiently waited for many peach cobblers to come out of the oven.

This is where I hid and played with the pots and pans.

This is where I potty trained.

This is where I went to timeout and drew on the walls.

These are the sisters I grew up with in this home. They just moved back in. Lucky girls.

This was the best home with my fondest childhood memories. When we moved from it in 1992, we were all heartbroken. No matter where we lived from there on out, it was always affectionately called "the old house." My sisters just moved back in and the oldest's kids will attend our favorite elementary school as well. I could never have imagined this. It was such a fun visit!