{my first home}

My 'Roots', as my mother would say, are planted in South Minneapolis. 

This is my house....was my house:

I can close my eyes and remember it exactly as it was when I was 5 yrs old.  The colors, furniture and my room.  I remember all the neighbors and friends I had.  I remember my parents always running to turn the stupid alarm system off!  (We were robbed a couple times)

The outside used to be red and just seeing that a different colors makes to realize I dont ever want to see the inside as it is now.  I want to only see it as I remember it because it means something to me that I can't/won't explain.