Sep 5, 2017
Others would call it a tract home as if it were a dirty word, but only because they couldn’t see the plain dollar-bill treasure for what it was. For although from the outside it may have looked just the same as five other houses on the block, the truth was that no other house in the world could be its equal. This was where forts were built and bedtimes stories read and teeth brushed. This was where breakfasts were cooked and birthdays celebrated and where little hiders were found by their obliging seekers, but not before they’d pretended to check a few other places first. Where balls were tossed and bikes ridden and neighbor friends made. It didn’t matter whether it was for a day-long outing or a five minute trip–this was where they left from and came back to. It was home.