So after shopping and whatever I hopped the train once again to go back to my mom's.
Got home and maxxed for a minute, then later took the car out to go get chinese food and "Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest", and when I got in the car flipped on the headlights there were a bunch of deer in our field.
There are massive deer populations in New Hope. There are also a lot of hunts going on. Hunting season started again on the 26th, and since the house is in the middle of the woods, I hear shotguns being fired in the surrounding area all the time.
The next day Erica and I went to return some stuff and decided that we would go see the place where we use to live.
Turning into the developement I saw the place that was my bus stop from Kindergarten till 9th grade.
This was my Best Friend Amanda's house (I had three best friends). It use to be red.
There use to be a playground across from our house that looked like it was made out of lincoln logs, with swings and a slide and benches and sand. Now there is this sorry thing. I feel bad for the kids that live here now, they are really missing out.
This is where I lived. Our house was second from the right end.
This was the baseball field we would play in. It use to seem so big.
We use to climb in that tree and jump out into piles of leaves or snow. Or just hang out in there in the summer.
This drainage ditch was known as the frog pond because there were always tons of frogs in there. We would try to catch them, or just find them and watch them and try to touch them.
I actually saw a bullfrog right then.
I remember every inch of the inside and outside of that house, and the grass outside, and the sidewalk, and this parking lot, etc...
We use to play in the woods across the street. This would freeze over and we would ice skate on it.
Erica, being 4 years older, has slightly different memories.
Her and her friends would come back to the railroad bridge trestle (the train stopped running long before I was born) and would either hang out underneath or walk across to the private school across the Neshaminy Creek. They would do bad kid stuff like smoke.
The trestle is like a time capsule. I guess kids don't hang out here anymore, because ecerything is frozen in the eighties.
There are gates up now on both sides, but they've been broken and bent back for some time.
If you cross to the other side of the tracks, you see a different phase of the developement. This is where the pool was that we belonged to.
This is "The Geese Pond".
This is the pool where I pretty much spent every waking hour during summer vacations.
We use to collect broken tiles from the bottom of the big pool. One year I had over a hundred.
I also had a lot of pool parties here for birthdays.
It's funny how even a parking lot can have a sentimental value.
This is the shortcut home over the tracks.
I use to barely be able to ride my bike up this hil when I was little.
This was the spot, when those pine trees weren't trimmed on the bottom, and you could go in between them and hang out and no one could see you.
My old bedroom window.
My other Best-Friend Elizabeth's house. It use to be yellow.
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