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Topic: Home (01/09/06)
TITLE: Memories of My home
By CAROLYN ROSEAN
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Perhaps it's the gentle swaying of palm trees in the salty ocean breezes or the fresh smell of the spring rains, or maybe it's the chill of winter's first snowflakes or autumn's colors that make your heart and mind wander back to that wonderful place you call home. I spent most of my life in the beautiful state of Pennsylvania where I had the gift of all four seasons to look forward to every year. It was a wonderful experience growing up in a place where every day seemed so different from the last.
Times back then were full of wonderment for me. I remember my sisters and me playing in the rain, snow, and sun. We could take a rainy spring day and turn it into a camping trip in our backyard with the help of a few old sheets of canvas stored away in the old shed and some tea and cookies our mother would bring out to us. We spent our summers going to the "Swimo", a public pool where we had to take turns swimming according to age groups. On hot summer nights we would sit on the curb at the end of our sidewalk and wet ourselves with the water from the fire plug while our parents sat on the steps drinking their ice tea. The autumn brought crispness to the air and the fallen leaves were there for us to kick and play amongst. Winter brought the snow and we would build snowman and little igloos in the drifts. Those are the memories of my home.
I am now married and live in sunny Florida. Life here is different for me but my children's memories are all here. The thoughts of them playing in the snow or having to cool down with the help of a fire hydrant are foreign to them. They enjoy the beaches and the backyard barbeques by the pool throughout most of the year. Having to wear a coat and not be able to play water sports or go fishing on the boat would be like me not being able to build a snowman as a child. This is their home and it's mine now too, but I wouldn't trade those beautiful memories of "my" home with my sisters for a king's ransom.
I suppose it doesn't matter where you eventually live, but I don't believe there is anything that can take the place of the memories of your childhood home. They say "home is where the heart is" and a piece of my heart will always be up there in Pennsylvania with my sisters when those first snowflakes of winter fall.
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