Today’s prompt: where did you live when you were 12 years old – twist- vary sentence size to create interest.
The summer of my 12th year we moved to Farrington Street in St. Paul Mn. It was a very Catholic neighborhood with strict rules about family and what constituted a proper “family”. Of course my family did not align with those rules. The GH (see previous post if you don’t know what that stands for) was divorced and she worked outside of the home. When the GH wasn’t working she was playing bingo so we kids, my older sister and younger brother, took care of ourselves which was not proper in the eyes of our very traditional neighbors.
The house itself was infested with mice. I would lie awake at night and listen to them running through the walls, scratching the wood, and fighting with each other. It really freaked me out. I was afraid they would crawl up into my bed if I fell asleep so I spent many restless nights listening to their nightly activities.
We had an old apple tree in our yard under which our clothes line stretched out. We were lucky to have a wash machine but never a dryer. During the winter our clothes dried on lines in the basement. During the summer they were hung on the lines under that old tree. I hated hanging the laundry outside as that old tree produced quite a bit of fruit that attracted many a bee. I got my first bee sting hanging laundry; bee flew up my pants leg and stung me. Fun thing, my best friend, got her first bee sting that same day as we lay on the steps outside the high school watching the clouds go by.
We lived in that house for about six years. The longest we had ever lived in one place. I have many memories, both good and bad, attached to that old place. I made my first best friend while living there, my first dog, Ralph, died there poisoned by the mouse poison the GH put out to try and get rid of the mice. The memories go on and on . . .
Till next time craft on!