Note: The following is the first of a handful of childhood memories I have written about. None are complex, yet there is a deeper truth within each.
I left The House 40 years ago. I did not go back. In my mind I have always had a very clear picture of The House as it sat, parallel to the road. Recently I asked my husband to drive me by The House. I did not want to go alone. The House is not parallel to the road. I asked him to go back. “Turn around,” I said, “drive more slowly.”
I think they must have moved it. I know The House was parallel to the road. Maybe I’ll ask my sister.
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