It kind of broke my heart to see it so overgrown and looking like a parking lot. My mom kept it in tip top shape, and I have many hours weeding on my resume to prove it! But nonetheless, there it was, with the trees now huge, the red brick I so loved, and the raspberry bushes still adorning the side. The rock I used to go to on the side yard and sit and read for hours was still there, and the shed I used to climb up to hide from my large family was still in tact. It’s memories like those you usually don’t just randomly share with a date. I’m grateful to see a place that holds most of my childhood memories and introduce my husband to them as well.
Not pictured is my junior high. I showed Jacob the steep 1.2 mile walk I did every day. Steep downhill on the way, steep uphill on the way home. I had many stories of my hair freezing to my head if left damp in the winter, sweating to death in the summer, wearing jeans wet up to my knees from snow saturation, etc. When I am an old woman and tell my grandchildren we walked 2 miles in the snow uphill both ways, it will all be true except there was technically a downhill one way.
I also took Jacob to my high school. Where I spent way too much time. Being a soccer player, NHS member, student body officer, cross country runner, and DECA member kept me here all day and evening for most of my teen years. I am lucky, I had a great high school experience with amazing friends and teachers. I’m definitely someone who feels high school isn’t the pinnacle of one’s life, and I was so ready to leave that I rarely think about it or talk about it anymore. I’ve been by it once since I graduated, and that was over a decade ago! It was fun to go down memory lane after so long, and to share memory lane with my husband.