Thanks for waiting. Here is the remainder of the series “Recollection”
We played basketball here.
This actually means I watched people play basketball. I retrieved the ball when someone overshot the goal and the ball would go into the woods. Now, when I say “woods”, I mean the huge briar thicket that was directly behind the goal.
I was the retriever every time.
This rocker-swing-chair-thing always gave me the creeps.
The paint was always peeling off of it in a few places so therefore I was always afraid that if I sat on it, my skin would begin to peel off.
I don’t know where I would have ever gotten that idea from…
This shed by the woods always smelled like moth balls.
I asked my brother once why the shed always smelled weird and he then replied with the obvious answer, “A giant man eating moth lives in there. Don’t go in because he gets really mad, really easily.”
Forget that. There was no way I was about to go into a confined space with a flesh eating, killer mutant moth. I haven’t been in that building for years. I’m sure it’s safe now.
I had my first snake experience next to the trees beside Nanny’s house. That snake peered into my soul with it’s demon eyes and told me that he would make sure that his family would terrorize me for the rest of my years.
Now, I don’t have documentation to prove it but believe me, it happened.
I hate snakes.
When you spend so much of your time in one place, you have to be able to mold, to adapt. This home became my fortress, teepee, castle and bunker. I owe my life to this place and for my grandmother. She helped mold me into the person I am today and I am forever grateful. This home indirectly helped me decide what I want to do with my life.
