If you’d like, you can take a short trip with me through some memories I encountered the other day, if not just skip this entry entirely.
That first house was the very first house I lived in when I reached the United States, but this picture is it, over ten years later.
This is the second and more memorable one, and shortly after I took this picture, I walked up, knocked on the door and admitted that I’d lived there previously and then asked to take a quick peak around. My room was so much smaller than I remember.
When we reached the school and found it was still open, my mom and I wandered in, and I was shocked to find they had changed nothing. It looked identical to when it did ten years ago.
This was the main hallway.
This was a favorite spot for Mallory and I, we used to pretend we were aliens and hide from the other children in those trees, set up as a house just for us and our imaginations.
My two favorite teachers- Miss Brewer and Mr. Hassett. I was able to talk with them, discuss the several hits our public schools are taking, politics, and of course catch up a little. All and all, it was an amazing day.
*smiles*