My Childhood Home

The house where I grew up in Plantation, FL. It's the one on the northeast corner.



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The tree to the right of the driveway in front was slightly uprooted by Hurricane Andrew, and the sidewalk near it is a mess. To the top left, there was a yard where my dog Scooter used as his personal toilet. You had to tiptoe around dog shit to get to the massive grapefruit tree that was there. Next to it was a mango tree. Under the mango tree, my sister nearly had a heart attack when my father picked up a stone to reveal a colony of cockroaches. I used to shoot eggs up against a tree with an air rifle in the backyard. Alligators used to get trapped in the drains on the corner. Wildlife Rescue would get them out, tape their mouths shut, and the kids in the neighborhood would be allowed to pet them.

I'm not sentimental about many things, but I always get a little emotional when I see my childhood home.