These were my childhood basement stairs.
I bounded up them many times. Why? The boogieman, of course. I remember being scared in that house, but not always. Sometimes the dog seemed scared. Whatever was there, if there was anything, is long gone. I have a feeling one of us had been there before me. You know, one of us who casts things out in the Name of Jesus.
What was I doing in the basement all those years ago?
Washing my early 1980's Jordache jeans, of course.
I had one pair.
I was also sharpening pencils.
This pre-dated our 1973 arrival.
I have no idea how old it is now.
This is our old house from the road. It looks like Southfork, doesn't it?
It's not that huge at all. The trees, however, are 100 feet tall.
Pretty sure you could climb them to Heaven.
