This was before the days of affordable cell phones, mind you. I was 15-going-on-16, starting my junior year of high school, with friends and a boyfriend and OMG NO PHONE TO SPEAK OF. Pardon the pun. Ish.
The thing is, this was my mother's house through and through. The one that nearly perfectly fits the lyrics, "Mama cut out pictures of houses for years, from Better Homes & Garden magazine...plans were drawn and concrete poured and nail by nail and board by board, daddy gave life to mama's dream..." My father may not have built this house with his own two hands, but my parents worked together every step of the way to make my mother's dream home a reality. To this day her eyes glaze over whenever she talks about this house.
To me, 7 Country Farm Lane was where I became an adult. Not a grown-up, just an adult. It was here that I lost my first real boyfriend, here that I fell in love for the very first time, here that I experienced what true heartbreak really feels like, here that I perfected the art of sneaking out of the house (silence the alarm panel in my parents' bedroom earlier that day, turn off the switch for the motion sensor light, take off your shoes and just...try not to breathe too heavily). It was here that I learned what it was like to be part of a neighborhood and to befriend fellow teens who lived just steps away and to walk home from school with them, give them rides when I was the first to get my license, trick-or-treat with them and even write, produce and star in neighborhood plays with them; here that I graduated from high school.
|My surprise 16th birthday party, November 1998. I don't talk to 99% of the people in this picture, anymore. My friend Scott - the one laying on the floor toward the front left of the picture - died of a brain tumor in 2006 :' (|
|My blood sisters and our "brothers", January 2001 - sending my middle sister Christy and our bro Bryan off to the Ellington High School Snowball|