Blueberry Hill Road
The house was huge. Five stories on a wooded lot at the top of Blueberry Hill Road. It sat on three lots. The corner one was covered with trees and boulders left from the ice age, so the story went. Then the house, and next was a large open yard with undeveloped forest after that.
It was a grey barn style that was very popular at the time. The top floor was a single room where the tv was. That magical box she could watch and escape into. It's the room she spent her 5th birthday in, with her brother and baby sitter, while her parents vacationed in Florida. It's the room she and her brother shared secrets and dreams in.
There was a girl at the bottom of the hill named Linda who was her best friend. And a boy across the street named Billy who was her brother's best friend. There were a few trips. Mostly to the shore. And her grandparents came to visit once. As usual she had to be perfect.
That house was where the dreams started.
To escape.
It was a grey barn style that was very popular at the time. The top floor was a single room where the tv was. That magical box she could watch and escape into. It's the room she spent her 5th birthday in, with her brother and baby sitter, while her parents vacationed in Florida. It's the room she and her brother shared secrets and dreams in.
There was a girl at the bottom of the hill named Linda who was her best friend. And a boy across the street named Billy who was her brother's best friend. There were a few trips. Mostly to the shore. And her grandparents came to visit once. As usual she had to be perfect.
That house was where the dreams started.
To escape.
posted by T C at 8:46 PM
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