Prompt 26

I drive down the hill leading into town in my little green Honda. It had been so long since I'd been back, and I'd definitely never driven through it myself. I passed all the old, but familiar buildings from my childhood; Pizza shops, banks, churches, the town garage, and Shop n' Save. It feels so weird to be back in this place, I feel like I've almost gone back in time. I was a kid again when I came here, I felt like I had never left and most everything had not changed. After driving just out of town I turn onto my old street I can sense little things have changed, a house color here, a new sign there, but nothing major, most of the same people live in the houses that line the road. I pass by my best friends house at the beginning of the street, then my uncle and aunts', and my cousins home further down. You see, most of my dad's family lives in a row lining the right side of Park street, with our old house right in the middle of them all. When we moved, it was hard to leave here knowing we were leaving a home surrounded by family and love.

All of my relatives homes had not changed, they give me that same feeling of refuge when I passed by because they acted as the pathway that lead to my home. I finally arrive at my drive way, the mail box number has changed but it is all the same. I turn in and drive up the little hill and park in front of the garage. The big green house hadn't changed much, just an addition of a porch out front. My mothers flower garden along the drive had dwindled but it was still alive, and the little light post and sitting bench were all still there as well. I shut the car off and stepped out into the door yard, it had been dirt when I lived here, but now the entire driveway was tarred. I peered out past the driveway and back towards the road which could see clearly from where I stood. This was different because all the tree's had been cut down. When I was little my sister and I used the cluster of trees in our yard as our sanctuary and one of our favorite play places. I had to admit though, it looked so much better with the sprawling green grass and the ability to actually view the road on that side of the driveway.

After I had pondered the slight differences I had noticed I turned back around to my old house, which was now my grandmothers. I drank in the sight of the big front windows with my mother's flowery curtains, the wood-shoot to the basement that my grandfather had built, and the front porch that my favorite dog used to nap under. This house held a very special place in my heart and my soul. It is so important to not forget where you've come from and all the things in your past that have made you, you. If only you could hold on strongly to all your childhood experiences and enjoy them in detail whenever you chose just so you did not loose touch with your history. Ah, the sweet memories of youth that this place brought back, I could relive those times forever.