Since I moved back to the Midwest five years ago, I have always wanted to go back to the childhood home of my memories. We moved to California when I was five, and though I spent my childhood growing up in California, the Midwest has always felt like home for me. Some people refer to it as a 'slower' pace, while I think of it as a 'simpler' life. I guess having family to come home to always made it a sweeter memory.
So this past week when I drove from Kentucky to Missouri to celebrate my mom's 50th birthday bash over Labor Day weekend, I went down memory lane through the town I was born in... Warrensburg, MO. Simple enough huh?!
So I thought I would share a few memories, with a twist on then and now.
This is the tree I used to climb while playing in the front yard. It still looks big to me, only because it has grown.
Okay, this is my favorite... this little niche in the wood post was made by me when I was a little girl. I used to take these red berries from the bush just next to it and squish them in the little round hole of the post. Hannah has had moments just like this, and it has always taken me back to this... this is Hannah's hand here...
Along the front of the house, which was a duplex, there was a walkway that gives an impression of a porch with the row of posts here in front. I used to run up and down here playing make-believe, and living the female version of Dennis the Menace to the old man next door.
This is in the front next to the infamous post, where the berry bush used to grow. Behind Hannah, across the street is a grass lot between two houses. There are railroad tracks running JUST behind the houses, so I used to count the cars of the train as it ran along here. Yet the train seemed to jump out to me as it appeared between the two houses behind this lot.
Simple enough... yet full of vivid imaginations for a four year old girl playing outside her childhood home. 
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