{"id":39,"date":"2007-01-30T15:43:47","date_gmt":"2007-01-30T19:43:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pooleworks.com\/b\/?p=39"},"modified":"2009-08-14T13:43:16","modified_gmt":"2009-08-14T17:43:16","slug":"where-i-lived-till-i-was-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pooleworks.com\/blog\/where-i-lived-till-i-was-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Where I lived till I was 8."},"content":{"rendered":"

A very small house that our family lived in till I was 8. (Mom, Dad and 5 boys.) The woman that lives there now is “probably” mentally ill. The front yard looks like it should be a tremendous garden in the summer, but frankly looks like weeds all year long. Looking in the windows it seems some rooms are filled with trash.<\/p>\n

\"Where<\/a><\/p>\n

It’s funny how I judge every house I live in based on this house. I haven’t been inside for over 40 years. I’ve driven by at least 5 times a years. (Uh, not that stalkerish!)<\/p>\n

Mom’s best friend lived across the street until she and her husband moved to a nice neighborhood just last year. <\/p>\n

One thing I always look at is housing prices. Dad sold this house in 1962 for 13 thousand. A house like this would now go for 150 thousand.<\/p>\n

\"\"You<\/a><\/p>\n

“You will always remember the backyard of your childhood.”<\/b><\/p>\n

My mother said this to me in one of her lucid moments the year before she died. It’s very true.<\/p>\n

I find in my dreams, I dream about running around the sand box, the brick walkway between the houses, the pines tree (like the one on the left, there were 3 at one time) and the hill.<\/p>\n

In a very Citizen Kane sort of moment, I wonder if on my deathbed years from now, I dream about sledding down this hill.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A very small house that our family lived in till I was 8. (Mom, Dad and 5 boys.) The woman that lives there now is “probably” mentally ill. The front yard looks like it should be a tremendous garden in the summer, but frankly looks like weeds all year long. Looking in the windows it … <\/p>\n

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