The old house stood dilapidated and full
of memories.

As I stood there watching this crumbling
ruin of a house; which once stood so
regal, it seems sad to see it in a state of
deterioration, slowly dying of neglect.

This once beautiful property housed a
few generations of my family. So many
memories lie within. While growing up,
some very memorable times that will stay
with me until I die.

But on the whole, it was my safe haven,
a place of sanctity and tranquillity when
problems arose. I grew from boy to man
within its confines ready to face the ever
changing world.

Looking at this dilapidated house
once was a beautiful home; full of joy and laughter. Where I learned the
meaning of life and it's values. And to go
about life and to do the best of my
abilities.

Yes it was great fun, surrounded by
fantastic people who made a difference
to my life. Now lives in my mind and
heart for eternity, while I lived in this
house that was once such a serene place
to be. Now the House stands eroding in the ground.




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