Reblogged from Childhood Relived:
I hope this won't disappoint you.
Because this is not a post about Chad Allen. Or even Wilford Brimley for that matter.
This is actually about our house -- my family's house. And about my childhood house too.
Maybe you've heard I'm sentimental?
I once wrote a post entirely on baloney sandwiches. Which I haven't eaten since 1989. There. See?
I'm not sure how Angie Z. is able to strike up such vivid nostalgic memories week after week. I'm so grateful I grew up in the same house most of my childhood, ages 3-18. I deeply love that house and would be very upset if my parents ever sold it to someone outside our family.
