my brothers and i grew up in that house. we lived on the 2nd floor. the floor below is a small clinic where my dad practiced. he was a doctor - a "physician" as he would correct me when i was younger.
it was a perfect little home where we played music, basketball, ping pong, remote control cars, Lego, and almost anything we can think of doing - even boxing! where we had cousins for neighbors so playtime was the best! where school was a stone's throw away that i can hear when classes were already starting and realize i was getting late in the morning! where dad was only a floor below when he was away at work.
almost everyone in the province, even in the nearby islands, knew this place. we had the best doctors here - my dad, my grandparents, uncles and aunts - who serve the townsfolk, sometimes even for free. my dad and grandparents were a bunch of helpful folks!
older we grew, and it was time to explore the world. a lot has happened since we left, but the house remains unchanged. and every time we go back, that same old feeling returns. the walls and wood may have grown old and dirty, but the memories will never fade!
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Lew Harford gave props (7 Aug 2009):
Nice...Reminds me of my submission to the "house" theme.
