I was born in Pennsylvania and lived there until I was about four years old. I remember it quite a bit, and my memories are vivid. I miss it there, but I also love where I live now.
I remember when I used to sit on my Nana’s dining room floor. It was very dark in there. I would look into the mouse holes in the wall, waiting for something to peek out at me.
I used to walk on the stone steps, clicking my little heels, to hear that perfect sound that I loved. I would stare at a cocoon, hanging from the trees.
I swam in my Nana’s pool, wearing those little arm floaties.
I sled down the hill, that seemed so big since I was so small, in my purple sled into my dad’s arms.
I am going to Idaho soon, and it will be a family reunion. When this post is up, I will have been back, but still with my family, for they are coming home with us for a bit.
I miss my life in Pennsylvania, even though I love it here, and wonder what my life would be like if we never had left.
Though, would I be the same person?