My Home

I can recall several destinct memories when I think of my home. I can remember the blizzard of 1993 when we received the most amount of snow in my lifetime so far- 13 inches. The snow made navigating the yard a bit difficult for my 2 1/2 foot frame. And my father who shoveled our driveway, only to watch the snowplow pile up the street's accumulated snow directly behind our vehicles. Or when we used to play sandlot football with my friends or some of the neighbors. Trying to retrieve a kicked ball high atop the 40 foot tall cedar tree in our front yard.