My Home Growing Up – Filled with Great and Loving Memories
The last time I was back in Clinton, the house really looked sad, the neighborhood had gone downhill and it was sad to see that. The neighborhood when I was growing up was a close knit neighborhood where you knew your neighbors and they knew you. Time had changed and with the house burning to the ground, it will never be the same. It reminds me that life is short and that memories are the only thing you can take with you when you go.
Bless God for those times that we all gathered in that little house to eat, celebrate and love each other.