Just as I remembered?

Isn't it funny how sometimes you remember things a lil differently then they really are or were. For example my Dandad tells me that we didn't start at the very top of the stairs but more like the middle for sliding down the stairs. And maybe it just felt like the top because I was 6 and that was a long way down to me. Or other things like places you lived. On Saturday I was driving to the grocery store and saw a For Sale By Owner (FSBO) Open House Sun 2-4 sign. (I have noticed that since my hubby is a realtor I am drawn to these signs more.) What caught my eye about this one is it looked like it said 423 Judith. That was the home where I had grown up from the time I was 3 until the age of 10. I got all excited and decided after the store to swing by my old house and see if it was true. So, after the store I made a slight detour and drove down my old street to 423 N Judith Cir. Sure enough it was having an Open House on Sun. I was so excited and immediately called my sister. And of course she didn't answer so I left a Voice Mail and called Mom. I told her we had to go see our old house and see if it was just as we had remembered. She was also excited and thought it would be fun. I continued on by calling my Dad and my wonderful sis ended up calling me back too. I was so excited to go back to the house where I had spent so much time as a child to see if it was like I had remembered.



Mom and Dad had decided to build that home back in 87. Their family had grown to 2 daughters and they wanted a nice home w/a yard for their family to grow up. We shared many memories in that home like when mom was boiling the bottles when a salesman came to the door. After she had got done kindly telling the salesman she wasn't interested in whatever "have to have" thing he was selling she forgot what she had been doing and went downstairs. A few minutes later the smoke detector goes off and the bottles are on fire and I run outside w/the play food I was playing w/in my kitchen. If our house was going to burn down I wanted to have my play food. Or the time where my hamster died and we buried him under the deck. There were also the times of cooking cookies in the kitchen during the holidays and my sis and I sitting on the floor licking the bowl. We had had lots of good memories in that home.



So, on Sunday my mom, sis, middle child and myself ventured over to the old home. It had been painted outside and the trees in the front yard that we had planted were huge. Inside there was new carpet and paint and all the fixtures were brand new. We found out that the seller had bought it after a foreclosure and completely redid everything. It looked great. We showed my middle child what room was what and enjoyed walking around. Surprisingly downstairs where our dance room had been the mirrors were still on the wall. Even though we had taken down the barre, the marks from the brackets were still there.



The funny thing was my room was a lil smaller then I remembered. And I didn't remember that the 2 bedrooms downstairs both had walk-in closets. Of course at the old age of 10 closets and closet space were not big on my "important" list. It was fun to see the old place and remember the things that had gone on.

Here is a pic of my sis and me in front of our old house.

Although my hubby hadn't shared in the enthusiasm I had of seeing my old house, my girls sure did. They are both ready to sell our house and move right in. That might be a lil weird living in the same home my parents had built 21 yrs ago. Of course if it was in Goddard school district it might be more tempting.

Almost just as I remembered.....