I had always been puzzled by “the house”. Every Sunday, my mother and I walked past it, on our way to church. I’m not sure exactly how old I was but I’m fairly certain I was younger than six. The house was small, or maybe not, the details are fuzzy now. Its exterior walls were maroon and it had a blue front door. It sat at the center of what seemed to me then to be a very large yard.
The House
The House
The House
I had always been puzzled by “the house”. Every Sunday, my mother and I walked past it, on our way to church. I’m not sure exactly how old I was but I’m fairly certain I was younger than six. The house was small, or maybe not, the details are fuzzy now. Its exterior walls were maroon and it had a blue front door. It sat at the center of what seemed to me then to be a very large yard.