Last night, I dreamt of my childhood home, and the funny part is that I actually had more than one childhood home. In fact, I lived in five different homes until the age of 20 when I left my small town for the big city. But it’s always the same one when I dream of my childhood home. The middle one where I lived when my age was four to eleven. I bet my younger brothers do not have many memories of this home but when thinking of childhood it’s always the same memory.
My parents had custom-built the home. A simple bungalow with the best rec room in the basement that no one in the city would have ever seen. In that room, countless birthday parties and sleepovers can be concluded. Dancing, playing Hotwheels with our Dad. The mini kitchen smell that our Grandpa built out of wood and painted. Sometimes I catch the scent of that smell and I am brought back to the room. The desk that my brother crawled up onto and cut himself with the pushpins from the corkboard above. The blue color couches and the matching chairs travel with us to the following two houses.
For gathering on special occasions, for doing crafts, for being a family, the kitchen was beautifully crafted and full of windows and a big table. When I got my new bedroom where I don’t have to share it with my brothers I was so damn proud of having it. I also remember the alluring wallpaper that I had chosen because I felt it was mature and grown-up. I remember the dazzling blind and curtains in that room. I remember the graceful poster that hung over my blue desk, a desk that was often messed up with my stuff and used for its true purpose. I remember my mom teaching me how to spy out from the window when there is any drama going on at the neighbors. The same neighbor who stole from us when we were on our camping trip. That feeling of being violated in your own home while you are away. That same neighbor would murder in Chicago.
First Time Meeting With Scary Fox
Our next neighbor got a fox in their house and grandpa told us about that fox. I was afraid as the fox might jump over our fence and get our collie James. My parents let me stay with James and I played piano with him. It was so enjoyable but this is the life of small woods at the end of our dead-end street where we got lost for hours until mom rings the bell for dinner. The most surprising part was that it was raining in our next doors neighbor’s yard yet was sunny in our own. The same neighbor who was having a skeleton in his house and it was so scary. The 2013 recession when I heard my parents were stressfully taking one night that we now we became poor. Of course, we were better than others but I shared with my friend that I was sad because of this reason. I remember that things were not going right. Oh, the life that was lived in that home was really memorable.
It’s funny what memories you remember and what life moments happen and just float away. I don’t remember a lot from the next childhood home, maybe because by then I was in high school.
Meet My Lovely Granny
I used to be afraid of losing the good memories. I used to think that there must be a limit to how many times we can remember something and once we have exhausted that number, then it will be no more. When I was fourteen and my Grandma passed away I came up with the idea that I would forget all of the things I remembered about her. Mostly her rowdy laugh and how she makes me feel the most important kid in the world. Someday, I will allow myself to take some break and have all my beautiful memories collected in my mind and put down in my diary so that after I can have all the memorable memories with me.
After my Grandmother’s funeral, we decided to shift to the big city to Los Angeles. My dad was searching for a good airline who can assist us better as we were having our pet dog too. After searching so many airlines my dad booked flight tickets for the family from United Airlines Reservation. But our pet name Sweetie was also there and my dad was unaware of the pet policy of this airline. So he connected United Airlines Customer Service and they assisted him till the end with all details and information. We all were happy because Sweetie is not just a pet for us but a family member as well. So welcoming her to a new home was excitable for her and this was because we were able to take her to the flight cabin. All thanks to United Airlines Reservations for their assistance and best customer service.
So this was my favorite childhood memory that I have remembered till now and hopefully will have more memorable memories to write and share.
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