Old house on the hill...

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Growing up I always wondering about the old house on the hill at the end of town. I'm not exactly sure how old I was when I learned that it was the house my mom grew up in but I do remember how much I wanted to go into that house when I was in sixth grade. There was just something it which made me want to go into it.

Until recently I had no idea that my cousin owned the place and conveniently the most recent renters had just moved out after tearing up the place. So needless to say it was not in tip top condition. Despite it's condition I finally was able to walk through the childhood home of my mom. Which it seems all my siblings have some memory of visiting. In a strangely sad and confusing way it seems as though I discover more about my mom each year. It's interesting the depth of individuals we never fully comprehend until we take a start looking.