A slow moving porch swing, a tree fort, a secret hiding spot in the wall. This song reminded me of the memories I locked into the walls of the many houses I have lived. I was a child with a crazy imagination!
I remember writing a note on my closet wall for whoever would use it next. I have also buried special things in the ground or left notes in secret hiding places I had found. I was always afraid to leave a place without leaving something that would identify that I had been there.
Of course we know that home is where the heart is, but the home is where the memories live.
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