I'm not sure how many times Santa came down this chimminy and left all of us gifts to open and I can't even imagine how many eggs the Easter Bunny hid in hard to find spots. A few of my fondest memories are celebrating our birthdays and sitting down every night as a family to eat dinner in the dining room (something I do with my own family every night). This was the house where I helped my dad hang Christmas lights along the roofs edge and where I sat on the kitchen counter while I watched my mom make delicious meals for us. My brothers came home from the hospital to this house and this is where I played Barbies with my sister for hours and hours at a time.
There is an unexplainable sadness that I feel knowing that there is literally nothing left but the bricks. I never had the opportunity to show my daughters the house that I spent my childhood in and it's very hard to swallow the fact that I now never have a reason to return. I will cherish all of the memories for they are all that is left.
