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55 - You Can't Go Home Again

It wasn't the strange car in the driveway; I had expected that. And it wasn't the yellow paint, although it came as a surprise. The trees were bigger, but much as I imagined them. No, what surprised me about my childhood home was just how small it was! Or have I simply grown since then?











About Friday 55: Write a story in 55 words, then tell the G-Man!

5 comments:

Brian Miller said...

going back to my grammas house has the hardest as i had so many adventures there...and def everything seemed smaller...nice 55

May 24, 2013 at 5:49 AM
TALON said...

Oh, I know that feeling well...it's like everything shrunk! Loved your 55, Ann!

May 24, 2013 at 7:17 AM
G-Man said...

I go by my childhood house all the time. You nailed this one Ann!!
Loved your nostalgic 55
Thanks for playing, you are MUCH better to read than Thomas Wolfe, Have a Kick Ass Week-End

May 24, 2013 at 7:51 AM
Other Mary said...

Ah, my old house shrunk too...
Was it good, or sad to see your childhood home - or maybe both?

May 24, 2013 at 5:21 PM
Alice Audrey said...

I thought the same of mine, until I realized it ran further back into the yard that it looked from out front.

May 27, 2013 at 11:49 PM