Sunday, September 13, 2009

nothing stays the same


i lived here as a child. the yard is gone as is the sliding glass door and the beautiful natural wood of its original glory...sad.


this was my bus stop. the gate did not exist.


my childhood best friend lived here. there was a porch and a yard full of grass and trees. there also wasn't a huge cross on the front, nor was the house yellow.


my elementary school which is now part of the high school.


once upon a time there stood a blue barn. i "ran away" and stayed there for a few hours.