Now seems like a perfect time for a meme, so when I saw this one at Overwhelmed With Joy and Owlhaven, I decided to give it a whirl. I have a notoriously bad memory, so it may not be as descriptive as theirs. I need to start taking ginkgo or something.
I had one trailer, two houses, and one apartment that could easily be considered childhood homes. A third house came into my life while I was in high school, so that might not qualify. I chose house number one to write about.
My family lived there while I was of the ages two through six. The house itself was in many ways more like a camp than a home. It was on the shores of a small lake, on land owned and operated by the county as a nature center. There was a second house that shared the same driveway, which was used as a camp (I don't think it was winterized?).
There was a dock and a float. In summer the dock would be the perfect place for water snakes to sun themselves. We had five dogs and a barn with chickens and goats and very large rats. Mom would say silly things like, "I'm going out to feed the giraffes and elephants now" when she went out to the barn.
Our kitchen table was in front of the window looking out on the water. Dad would yell "great blue heron" and point out the window. When we turned to look, he'd swipe something off our plates.
Sis and I used to throw the pink jelly beans from our Easter baskets down the stairs into the basement apartment because we didn't like them. We also drew all over our shared bedroom walls with crayon. It was the best place to grow up because we had acres and acres of woods and fields to play in. Talk about a big backyard.
Sis could probably write about the same childhood home in much more detail. Maybe she will? If you decide to write about yours, leave a comment so I know.