I stole this from the facebook group started by some family members. I screamed for the husband to come up and see this.
THIS, I declared to him proudly, was the house I spent the best time of my life in. This was the house I grew up in, from the late 70s to early 80s.
Funny that now I’m looking at it, I can feel my hair standing on ends. As though a part of me is still there.