the big red and white sign was posted right in front of all my childhood memories.
and we drove by and saw the big red and white sign that read "For Sale" It was done with paint. Like my father had done it himself. even the sign was done homemade. Everything about that place was done from the heart. Even the sign that they're trying to sell the house with. The numbers of the house that represent the street address isn't all there. The 4 fell off years ago when Carly and I put the christmas icicles up. The garage door is still the same ghetto door that we had when we first walked into that house 15 years ago. The front door has black marks up and down on it from all the times a soccer ball hit it or a soccer cleat hit it or even just shoes.
When you walk inside you look at the rug and see every stain and i remember the ones i made and the ones someone else made and can't help but smile. Then you look at the pink carpet and i remember being a little girl excited about the ugly brown carpet being replaced for the pretty pink..because thats the color i had on all my dolls.
I remember Angelo coming home from the hospital into his new home. Not knowing whether he would grow up in the house or in another home. I remember changing his diapers and kissing his tiny cheeks knowing that he was my little brother was quite enough back then.
I remember fighting with Julian about something pointless and him throwing a rock at the window and cracking it. He got into a lot of trouble and over the years all of us eventually broke a window. I did. Angelo did. Julian did. and even my dad.
I remember on every first day of school my mom would get us in front of the door and take a picture of us dressed up in our new back to school clothes with our new back to school backpacks and lunchboxes...and I remember the day before school. We would get our school supplies and get them prepared for the next day and even pick out our outfits while mommy was at work and daddy was on the computer. I remember the time I had to go to another school. Middle school and I remember being terribly scared to walk in.
I remember hanging out on that street. I remember then that I thought my house looked the most ghetto of them all. and I remember back then I wouldn't have minded moving into a different house. A bigger house. A better house. I wanted to be away from all the kids. I don't really know why. My childhood would have been so different if I didn't grow up around the Wagners, or the Stouts, or even Annie Rebintich (i know the spelling is wrong) I know that if I moved so long ago I would have never met Marcus or Chad or discovered what a school crush is really like with Mark Morrison. I would have never met Carly who is now family to me and I can't even picture what my life would be like without her in it. I would have never got to experience what its like to have a friend that actually cares and people that were there for me till the end. The kids that grew up on that street eventually moved out whether it was for college or because their parents moved out and now it's my turn.
When I drive past that street now I look at every corner and see a memory. When I look at the sidewalks I see Carly and I walking down the street laughing our heads off or being terribly nervous because of the boys we "loved" When I look at Carly's house I picture a trampoline in front of the house and a bunch of children jumping on it until they can't jump anymore. When I hear a child on a mo ped now I think of the days when the boys we grew up with did all that and how some of them still do it.
For every detail on Ashbrook Place I remember some kind of memorie whether it be beautiful or painful to think of. When I drive down Enterprise I picture turning the corner onto Ashbrook and seeing all kinds of memories pass me by even adult ones like Jared and I holding hands down the street or fireworks on the 4th of july with all the "hott" neighbors. I think of every beautiful thing that happened on Ashbrook and that house I grew up in. I know that adult world is entering my life slowly and I need to learn how to take the responsibilities and one of them is moving out of my childhood home. That home and street will always be a part of me and I'll always remember it when people ask me about my childhood but I need to start taking the responsibilities of a boring adult.
But I will always miss my childhood home.
Goodbye Ashbrook Place.
When you walk inside you look at the rug and see every stain and i remember the ones i made and the ones someone else made and can't help but smile. Then you look at the pink carpet and i remember being a little girl excited about the ugly brown carpet being replaced for the pretty pink..because thats the color i had on all my dolls.
I remember Angelo coming home from the hospital into his new home. Not knowing whether he would grow up in the house or in another home. I remember changing his diapers and kissing his tiny cheeks knowing that he was my little brother was quite enough back then.
I remember fighting with Julian about something pointless and him throwing a rock at the window and cracking it. He got into a lot of trouble and over the years all of us eventually broke a window. I did. Angelo did. Julian did. and even my dad.
I remember on every first day of school my mom would get us in front of the door and take a picture of us dressed up in our new back to school clothes with our new back to school backpacks and lunchboxes...and I remember the day before school. We would get our school supplies and get them prepared for the next day and even pick out our outfits while mommy was at work and daddy was on the computer. I remember the time I had to go to another school. Middle school and I remember being terribly scared to walk in.
I remember hanging out on that street. I remember then that I thought my house looked the most ghetto of them all. and I remember back then I wouldn't have minded moving into a different house. A bigger house. A better house. I wanted to be away from all the kids. I don't really know why. My childhood would have been so different if I didn't grow up around the Wagners, or the Stouts, or even Annie Rebintich (i know the spelling is wrong) I know that if I moved so long ago I would have never met Marcus or Chad or discovered what a school crush is really like with Mark Morrison. I would have never met Carly who is now family to me and I can't even picture what my life would be like without her in it. I would have never got to experience what its like to have a friend that actually cares and people that were there for me till the end. The kids that grew up on that street eventually moved out whether it was for college or because their parents moved out and now it's my turn.
When I drive past that street now I look at every corner and see a memory. When I look at the sidewalks I see Carly and I walking down the street laughing our heads off or being terribly nervous because of the boys we "loved" When I look at Carly's house I picture a trampoline in front of the house and a bunch of children jumping on it until they can't jump anymore. When I hear a child on a mo ped now I think of the days when the boys we grew up with did all that and how some of them still do it.
For every detail on Ashbrook Place I remember some kind of memorie whether it be beautiful or painful to think of. When I drive down Enterprise I picture turning the corner onto Ashbrook and seeing all kinds of memories pass me by even adult ones like Jared and I holding hands down the street or fireworks on the 4th of july with all the "hott" neighbors. I think of every beautiful thing that happened on Ashbrook and that house I grew up in. I know that adult world is entering my life slowly and I need to learn how to take the responsibilities and one of them is moving out of my childhood home. That home and street will always be a part of me and I'll always remember it when people ask me about my childhood but I need to start taking the responsibilities of a boring adult.
But I will always miss my childhood home.
Goodbye Ashbrook Place.