Since we were in Salt Lake City for my cousin's wedding, my brother and I decided to go look for the house we lived in. I lived there from ages 5 to 8. He lived there from 0 to 0.5.
First I messed up the address and we went to a cemetery. My brother looked at the tombstones to figure out if the cemetery was new.
We lived in the ground floor of this house. We paid $100 per month in rent. This woman is the current tenant in the basement.
The walkway into the backyard and down into the basement.
I spent so many hours in this crevasse between the house and the fence. At least one hour per day. I imagined it was a magical land. Once I found kittens there, so it really was magical.
Entryway to the main door.
It was a sociable home. There were chinese neighbors who came over every day. It was a really comforting sense of community.