A yard that appears to cascade right into a canyon, that when the rains came down, so did the yard. 40 feet of it, slipped right into the neighbors yard. It took a lot of men and several months to build back the yard.
Built right into a quiet canyon, that every fire season brought the animals to our front door, including the largest rattlesnake you'd ever seen. And at night the howl of coyotes and the hoots of owls disturb the slumber of young children.
A dead end street that meant little or no traffic. It meant children playing in the street, and block parties every summer. It meant Popsicles and play until the streetlights came on.
A neighborhood that took on the true meaning. Neighbors who cared, who watched out for each other's children. It was a Mom who knew each child and to this day can tell you each and every one of their birthdays. A neighborhood in which you moved in there was a welcoming committee.
A house that brought a first cat, a first dog and the heartbreak of the loss of both. Where in the yard at the corner of that long concrete block wall a hamster was buried Dreams built, stories told, family togetherness and holidays of love.
A place where the remembrance of a father is held, the promise of a new father began and the tragedy of innocence lost. A room that held secrets of a teen, from love to loss to feelings of loneliness were expressed to a bed that was sympathetic.
Tough years and joyful years, a high school graduation and an 18th birthday celebrated in style. A Mother - daughter relationship was formed, a friendship of lasting love, and 20 years of memories. This is what is in the house that built me!
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