The House That Built Me

The House That Built Me

I know they say you can't go home again {True}

I just had to come back one last time

Ma'am, I know you don't know me from Adam

But these hand prints {hand print & footprint - labeled "Megan 1987"} on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom

Is where i did my homework and I learned to play guitar {piano close enough}

And I bet you didn't know under that live oak

My favorite dog {Rose} is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out there it's like I'm someone else

I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave

Won't take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years

From "Better Homes & Gardens" magazine {True}

Plans were drawn and concrete poured

And nail by nail and board by board

Daddy gave life to mama's dream {True}

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out there it's like I'm someone else

I thought that maybe I could find myself

If I could just come in I swear I'll leave

Won't take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me

You leave home, you move on

And you do the best you can

I got lost in this whole world

And forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it

This brokenness inside me might start healing

Out here it's like I'm someone else

Thought maybe I could find myself

If I could walk around, I swear I'll leave

Won't take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me

- - Miranda Lambert

The first time I heard this song {& pretty much every time since} I tear up. It reminds me of my childhood & every good memory associated with that glorious house I grew up in. My first memory is watching my mom hang wallpaper [all 250 rolls of it].

The front walk was lined in a variety of beautiful rose bushes.In front of those rose bushes is where we played a little game we called "statues." We would strike a pose & held very still while cars pass us by.The backyard was huge & allowed for my imagination to run wild. I lived back there.

Orange trees, Grapefruit trees, Tangerine trees, Lime trees, Peach trees, Plum trees, Apple trees, Lemon trees, Apricot trees.

All sorts of veggies in the gardens.There was even a corn field at one point. And do you spot that mound of "dirt" in the far back corner...manure...we all used to play in it.Saturday morning usually meant picking up a front yard full of toilet paper.How could I have had anything but a wonderful childhood with this house as my playground. What a wonderful beginning to my life. So why does my ♥ ache when I think of this house? I guess it's just aching for something it can no longer have.