My childhood home sat amongst rows of other houses. A ranch style house with a rock face, it consisted of 1100 square feet and a two car garage. I am sure it was nothing special to others. But, to me, it was perfect. Full of so much love!
Growing up with two brothers, I had to put up with their endless antics … like their games of “feet in the face” or chasing me with my Dad’s false teeth. But, as the odd girl out, I also got my own room. Now that memory brings a smile. The best way to describe my room at 12 years old was yellow and wall to wall girly! And, I always had a hamster. When one died, some well meaning friend would buy me another. To this day, I cannot even think about getting a hamster.
My Dad was Army. So, we lived near the military base. Growing up, we had to say goodbye to friends in school way too soon. But, on our street, we were lucky. We were stuck with each other in both good and bad until we graduated and moved on to new adventures.
Being 12 back in the day before the internet and cell phones, our typical day consisted of skateboard races, riding bikes, playing cowboys and Indians and whatever other adventures we could find to get into until dark. Our parent’s would often get together to have coffee and chat. Growing up in such a close neighborhood was great! But, it was not unheard of for any of us to have fist fights and get into scrapes. I was disciplined and patched up on many occasions by a friend’s Mom or Dad. I can even remember a time that I was carried home kicking and screaming by a neighboring Dad. It was not pretty.
Oh, to be 12 again!
In response to today’s Writing 101 assignment …
Today’s Prompt: Where did you live when you were 12 years old?
Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.