the house that built me

I am sure if your a country fan like me you have herd 

this song

it was written for me

not really but if sure feels like it

 

you see back in 2005 (5 years before the song came out)

 It was the end of my senior year in high school and I felt like it was the end of my life as I knew it. 

everything was changing

people I called my best friends were leaving

I was leaving

growing up

making adult decisions that would forever shape my future.

But before I took another step I need to go back.

 the house I grew up in 

The place that I had so many happy memories before my family spit up and my parents got divorce.

It was a time of childhood bliss

playing in the woods

running barefoot in the grass catching fire flies

it's were I played pretend and wrestled my brothers

money was always tight but we never felt like we were deprived of anything.

Christmas, birthdays, and listening to my daddy play guitar.

our puppies died and we buried them in the back yard

My mom picked out a wallpaper and my dad spent a whole day putting it up for her

we planted flowers and carved pumpkins.

My mom hated the house

was very old and needed a lot of work

Daddy had tons of plans but then 

things changed.

They changed.

and we left.

I was 12 years old but that house 

that time before everything

just seemed like paradise and happiness.

I missed it and I needed it.

So when I turned 18 I went back.

The new owners were a young couple with young children 

I walked around and things looked so different. 

I felt strange so I didn't stay long. 

the paradise was gone The happiness was not in that house for me anymore.

 things change.

I drove by the house every so often and would always smile.

but 

then it was gone

 all that is left is the mailbox 

1904 Jamison rd.

 

I sometimes still feel all the hurt from that time.

I have so many questions but never the courage to ask

I wish things would have been different but then I also know that I am who I am because of what happened. 

I feel like God has a way of telling you to move on and this was my sign.

the house is gone, that time is gone.

I now have my own house with my own husband and kids. 

I so desperately want to give them that dream childhood that I briefly experienced. It means more to me than almost anything

 that they have happy carefree memories

that they see first hand a healthy loving marriage

and supportive family that they can feel free to talk about their feelings and hurts

I want them to be able to come back to the house that built them.

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