Yesterday, as we visited my mom’s house I started to think about when I was just a little girl. That was really the only house I ever knew until I got married. It was the place where I created so many memories. There are memories in everyroom from inside to outside.
So as I drove up with my two kids in the car yesterday I began to giggle. Of course, they asked “Why are you giggling mom?” I responded, “The horseshoe driveway reminds me of so many things.” ” I can see Papa’s meat truck parked on the top part and I can remember the million times I almost fell in the ditch as I flew down on my big wheel. I remember the trees and flowers Papa and Nonna planted all around it. Gosh, I could go on forever.”
The point is that I never thought I could write about a horseshoe driveway and really make it interesting. Boy, I am growing as a writer indeed!