This was the house I lived in when I was Rhys’ age.
It’s usually what I think of as my childhood home, even though we only lived here for a couple of years and my family technically didn’t own it. My aunt did, and we stayed here while my dad was sick. I have some of my earliest memories here.
I hadn’t been back in nearly 30 years, but something about being in Philly with Rhys at this age made it feel like the right time. Kind of an emotional experience!
And then he had to go to the bathroom and since we were out in the suburbs, I quickly got reacquainted with the woods behind the old house.
