Childhood.

This is what i want to share with you. These are the childhood to teenage homes i have lived in. All of my memories are there and i wish you share them with you.



This is the first house i ever lived him. My parents just moved there in the year of 1988 to have my sister born. I remember this house was so close to the elementary school i went too. I remember our neighbors who are still there today, i would go to their house for cookies and would stay there til one of my parents would come home from work.(Another blog will come from this.) But shortly after my sister was born we moved no even a mile away it was about 10 blocks down the street on Broadway. It was our green house.


This is the house i have the most memories about. The house which is picture is no longer the house i grew up in. The burnt down my childhood home in the early 90's to built this now standing bank. But the house was a one story house with attic, painted green. Lots of trees for the climbing. I remember our huge backyard which my father had a farm here. Cows, pigs, chickens, goats, a garden, a dog, blackberry bushes in the summer, and a extra storage house that we later converted into a club house. This is the house where i would get beaten by my father in, Where i started to wear my mother's pumps, where mattress fort's came to life, where my first best friend would come over to play, where my family grew up at. I was raised in this house til i was in middle school. So 7Th grade.


Backyard where all the animals would roam!



This is the third house i grew up in. This one was just one block east of last house. Lived on the street of 13Th and Everett. The house was blue when we moved in as you can see it is white now. I shared a room with my three brothers, while my mother and sister had their own rooms. I hated this house. This is the house when my parents started to have problem, and i was hitting to be a teenage.I was in middle school when we moved to his house, Which was just a short walk to there. But this house has some great memories of family coming to Xmas and birthdays of friends and family members. This house was small but it kept us close together.


This is the final house i grew up in. This was all four years of high school. Huge parties, my first sexual exp happened in this house, where teammates would come over to hang out. Many great family history and fights happened. The house was almost a three bedroom house. My brothers shared the room with me. So most of the time i slept on the couch to leave them there. This house was about 10 block away north from the last house and the first house we ever lived in was one block west. So my family basically lived really close to all of our houses. The neighbors we had here. Only one of them are still there. This was a house i both loved and hated. Mostly due to the over amount of drug use my brothers brought home.

But there you have it. Those are the houses i grew up in. All of them at different points and times of my life. I treasure them all, but mostly miss my childhood home i really grew up in.

Princessa Derek