About Friday 55: Write a story in 55 words, then tell the G-Man!
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!
About Friday 55: Write a story in 55 words, then tell the G-Man!
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5 comments:
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 AMOh, I know that feeling well...it's like everything shrunk! Loved your 55, Ann!
May 24, 2013 at 7:17 AMI go by my childhood house all the time. You nailed this one Ann!!
May 24, 2013 at 7:51 AMLoved your nostalgic 55
Thanks for playing, you are MUCH better to read than Thomas Wolfe, Have a Kick Ass Week-End
Ah, my old house shrunk too...
May 24, 2013 at 5:21 PMWas it good, or sad to see your childhood home - or maybe both?
I thought the same of mine, until I realized it ran further back into the yard that it looked from out front.
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