This is the house I spent my first seven years of life in. I painted the picture from a black and white photograph as a present for my parents years ago. Memories include playing with dolls and riding a tricycle on the porch, my father sitting me on the railing to watch fireworks or the Goodyear blimp, and sitting beside mother on a wicker chair as she sewed . And I also remember learning to rollerskate on that sidewalk--and how grown up I felt when I went one whole week without skinning my knee.
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