Five Things I Remember About Home

I remember packing for a full day of outdoor adventure, exploring the ravine next to our house. It’s funny how small it looks now, but back then it was the size of the Amazon rain forest. I learned that you are only limited by the size of your imagination.

I remember falling to sleep on cool summer nights to a chorus of locusts and various other nighttime bugs. I learned that nature makes the best music.

I remember the smell of coffee and the sound of the coffee maker competing with the local news report on the radio and the clinking of the cereal bowls that my mom set out for breakfast. I learned that it doesn’t take much effort to make sure your kids start the day on the right foot.

I remember sitting at the top of the stairs listening to my mom and her lady friends gossip in the living room when I was supposed to be asleep. I learned that most of the things that grown-ups concern themselves with is boring.

I remember the long gravel driveway. My dad would joyfully rub his hands together announcing that he had a “fun” job for us — pulling weeds. I learned that my dad has a skewed perspective of the concept of fun AND that pulling weeds sucks and I didn’t want to grow up and get a job doing that. (So that’s why I do this.)

(This post was inspired by the My Childhood Home Carnival hosted by Owlhaven) 

[tags]childhood memories, childhood home, owlhaven[/tags]