My mom and I lived alone in my childhood house until I was 8 years old. She met a great guy and they decided they wanted to expand our family but we needed more
room and my mom wanted me to go to a better school district. I was sad to leave my childhood home and all the memories but exciting for our new life. My old house is
still close by and I can drive past it when I want too. Every time I see it the memories I had there come flowing back.
My mom and I lived in a house just the two of us until i was 8 years old.
My mom met someone new, we moved out of our old house and expanded our family.
Even though i am very happy with my life now, every time i pass my childhood house so many memories and feelings come rushing back