Black Bass Circle!

If you have read my blog for any amount of time you know I am a sentimental person by nature. I live in a constant state of nostalgia, LOL!

I haven’t lived in too many houses. Every now and then I get the urge to visit my old neighborhood and drive by my old house. This past weekend I took a drive by.



I will tell you right now, the shutters and the door when we lived there were not that God awful color, and the van adds some nice curb appeal, don’t you think?

Anyhow, this is the home where I spent a good bit of my childhood all the way up until the middle of high school when we moved. So many memories in this house. Some happy memories, some sad memories…but nonetheless they are the memories that make up my life and make me who I am.

This house was really beautiful at the time we lived there, in fact, the whole neighborhood was beautiful. But it makes me sad now because unfortunately it’s just really rundown and not all that nice anymore.

I go back in my memory and like to think it’s still the same as it was when I lived there. That I’m still the carefree child/student running the streets playing with the neighborhood kids. Can picture myself walking the long hill up to the bus stop to catch the school bus. Picturing my brother and I and neighborhood kids walking through the woods behind our house to go eat at Checkers which wasn’t that far from the house. I would often times walk down to the grocery store which also wasn’t far from the house so I can get a magazine. So many holidays spent in this neighborhood. Remember one year when it seemed like all the neighborhood kids got rollerblades for Christmas that year, and of course we spent hours that Christmas morning outside checking out each other’s rollerblades and skating and just having a blast. I loved checking the mail and remember when our neighbor and I would many, many days go to the mailbox at the same time to get our mail, ha! These are just some of the many memories…

Yes, Black Bass Circle was the place to be. On a funny side note, every street in the neighborhood was named after a fish. Sailfish, Kingfish, Starfish, Trout…. Clever, eh? Guess the person who named the streets was a big lover of fish, ha!

I often times wish I could go back to that place…. When you’re young time just stands still but if I knew how time was going to fly I would have savored those moments just a little bit more. Wouldn’t we all though?

Anyhow, there’s always that place that takes you back. What is that place for you?