First Creek Drive
Here I sit caught somewhere between excitement and sorrow. I am busy moving from the place I have called home for over eleven years now. I leave behind some beautiful and happy memories and say goodbye to the hurts of never knowing what could have been.
It started here with nothing but lawn chairs and love….
While moving furniture I am forced to stop what I’m doing and reflect on some of the happier moments. With tears and a heavy heart I document those memories here, because for all the things in my life I want to forget, these things are not among them.
I look down at the basketball court at the bottom of the yard and I remember all the times we played Poison, Bump, Horse, and whatever else. I think about dirty little kids playing in their secret world, what was it called? I cant even remember it now….that makes me sad. It was something like tykakealjokeville.
Making miniature meals using play doh….
Sneaking home two kittens instead of one.
BBQ’s at the lake and Keith burning the bottom of his foot on a hot coal.
I remember the rope swing and the neighbors goat.
The “Cell Phone” Christmas!!
Alyssasippi Mud, Tyler Balls…..When Nat ate metal. :/
Macaroni and Cheese, Chicken Fried Steak, Pulled Pork deliciousness!!! Sad and pathetic attempt by me to make Christmas candy…Peanut Brutal :)
I’ll never forget when Kendall tried to storm out of our bedroom angry and tripped, falling flat on his face….we all laughed and that just made him madder. When Keith was chasing Kendall around the house and he ran right through the screen door in the family room.
Listening to ”fudgemonkey” stories through the thin walls.
Scary movie nights laying on the living room floor and Alyssa would always get so scared she’d have to bring her pillow and blanket and sleep on our bedroom floor!
I remember Keith blindfolding me and walking me up to the top yard to surprise me by tossing me in to a pile of leaves that he had carefully raked up because I told him once I thought it would be romantic. Well, it wasn’t, because it wasn’t a soft landing at all….:) but the fact that he listened to me and created it for me was very sweet and made my heart skip a beat.
The couple of summers where I tried to be a “farmer” but couldn’t grow anything.
Laying on the back deck in the hammock looking at the stars, sharing hopes, dreams and learning about constellations and satellites :)
Motorcycle rides, the drive inn movies in the back of the black truck.
Agonizing games of Monopoly and Pictionary fun games of ….Scattegories, Balderdash, Uno, Pass the Pigs (leaning jowler), Apples to Apples, SkipBo, Phase Ten, etc…etc….
Whats your street name??? LOL!!
Awww Penny’s under the table!!
Pack of Wild Dingo’s, Donkeys on Fire! Fucked up the Jam!
Recording stupid things from the TV and watching them over and over….They taser guy and the stupid Jeopardy girl from Boston that got bit by a “Canadian” goose…and it HURT!!
Family Rock Band concerts…..
Although not all of the times spent here were wonderful, the good for me will always outweigh the bad and I will treasure every single moment I spend in this house! I will always grieve that day in March 2012, when this house stopped being a home!
**note to self**….I will add to these memories as they come to mind. I have to stop now because I need to wipe the tears and continue packing.
Cheers (by crackpotproduction)
