15 months ago
5246 W State St, Homosassa, FL 34446, USA Ah, State Street. My home from two years old to about nineteen years old. I'll always remember the yard we had, I think it was an acre, maybe more. There was a big oak tree in the back and we would jump the fence and run around the woods back there. For the first ten or so years we lived in a brown and white double wide trailer. It was a good size too, and Mom always kept it clean, somehow. I remember the brown carpets (ugh) and the weird floral wallpaper where all the flowers looked like faces, and I would talk to them. (I was very imaginative.) I had my room with my sister Melissa for quite a few years, we had bunk beds and I had the top most of the time. The kitchen was good sized and I remember my brother chasing me around in circles through the kitchen, the living room and the family room, it made a perfect circle and trailer floors are really loud with running feet going over them. It's a wonder my parents didn't murder us. That trailer became my dad's house after the divorce, we got a new green and white trailer, I think it was a bit bigger and we had a really big porch too. I got the biggest bedroom during my teenage years and that was my 'cave' as my mom called it. The color scheme was much nice, greens and whites, no flowery crap either. It was a really nice house, most of my friends didn't think it was a trailer until I told them. Mom took really good care of it.
15 months ago
Lecanto Primary School, 3790 W Educational Path, Lecanto, FL 34461-8053, USA Lecanto Primary School. Good times there, my Kindergarten teacher was Miss Burns, I believe. Third Grade was Miss Keazey (I probably spelled that wrong). Fourth Grade was Mrs. Kopp and fifth grade was Mr. Cotton. Fifth grade was great because I got to participate in a special program for kids who worked better outside the classroom environment. I got to go to the Marine Science Center everyday for my entire fifth grade year. We would go out on the boats every week, snorkel, fish, learn about the environment, that was also my first lesson in creative writing and did I love it. I think I could remember more lessons I had that year, than any other.