title: memories of yesterday
 
Story: As I pulled on the road it all came back to be clear as 
yesterday. The road, which I had traveled upon so many years, seemed so 
forgotten. Maybe the road could sense my thoughts but it had only been tucked 
away in the back of my mine for memories and safekeeping. As I went 
further the road and I began to trust each other. As I got to the end of 
the road, I pulled into the driveway.
 
I noticed nothing much had changed on the outside but who knew about 
the inside, I would have to check that out once I got done looking 
outside. The same forest green brushes that has been there for ages still 
stood as they lined the front of the house. As I walked up the same old 
broken down brick pathway to the front door, I thought of how many times 
I had fallen.
 
I stood at the bottom of the front steps and look at the shutters; to 
my surprise they were still the same neon yellow I remembered. They ugly 
night black paint still on the house yet chipping slowly off just the 
same as it was when I left. Yep, the outside was basically the same but 
one thing was different and that made a world of difference to me. 
There was a for sale sign in the front yard.
 
 
 
I walked up to the pea soup green door with hopes that it would be 
unlocked and to my surprise it was. I opened the door to a whole world that 
was once tucked away in my memory but now it was all coming back. The 
house was empty but to some it was the same as when I lived there. I 
knew what I had to do, it would be hard but I was strong and would get 
though it.
 
I opened the front door all the way. In front of me was the hall wood 
floor that I had slide across in my socks so many times. To my right was 
the endless spiral stairs that I loved climbing so much. On the left 
was the den where I spent little of times, as I got older. As I walked 
into the room, my feet hit something, as I looked down the room began to 
spin and I thought I was on a Ferris wheel. I stood still where I was 
as this feeling pasted and then I opened my eyes. I was just as I was 
before starting into the den. This feeling I would think was associated 
with not eating much the past few days. The sofa, a lime green, was 
against the Easter egg pink walls. On the opposite side was the TV that I 
hardly watched.
 
I left the den and entered the hallway again. It was actually a pretty 
short hallway but it seemed never ending. I stopped at the end and to 
my right was the kitchen. To my left there was another hallway. Halfway 
down it was the bathroom and at the end was the office. I decided to go 
down the hallway first and then come back to the kitchen. The bathroom 
was small but it was good enough for one person. The bright colored 
towels that hung over the ugly cream ragged shower curtain were enough to 
make someone go blind. The tile was white with black diamonds. The rest 
of the bathroom was bare and it looked old.
 
 
 
I left the bathroom and went down to the end of the hallway to the 
"ocean" or as my parents called it the office. The walls were sea green 
with a fish border. The rug was a cream and sea blue color with fish on 
it. My dad's old desk, with wood chipping off of it, was covered with his 
paper spread out just as if a fan or big guest of wind had came 
thought. The darker wood desk that had the computer and printer on it were in 
front of me. I didn't go into the closet for the fear of getting buried 
once I opened the door.
 
I walked down the hallway into the kitchen that was just a little 
bigger then the bathroom. The emerald green and sun yellow looked more ugly 
then it ever had to me. I got a strange feeling as I stood there 
looking around. I suddenly heard a loud thud coming from the den. I rushed in 
to that room only to see what I thought was part of the ceiling 
falling. The piece fell right where I was standing not long ago when I felt 
like the room was spinning. As I got closer I remembered that there was a 
small hole in that spot when I was younger. I guess the hole had gotten 
bigger. I looked up and saw snow was coming down. I got an eerie 
feeling about the house and went back to the kitchen. AS I walked into the 
kitchen I thought I saw a knife coming straight at me. I moved out of the 
way of its path. It was then I saw it was just a reflection of the sun 
off the windows and other appliances in the kitchen. I decided to run 
upstairs. I now didn't trust the house and had a feeling someon!
e or something was out to get me. Once I reached the top of the steps 
to my immediate left was my parent's bedroom. I didn't go in but stood 
in the doorway and looked around. The room looked the same with the 
waterbed that when you jumped on you felt like you were swimming in the 
waves. The dresser that was way taller then I was and the desk that always 
had the best and brightest crayons that I used for coloring on the 
walls. A chair sat on the opposite side of the room. The heavy one that I 
spent many minutes dragging across the room to reach the crayons that 
stood on top of the desk.
 
 
 
I went into the hallway to a room that was classified, as a small 
bedroom but it wasn't hardly big enough for anything to fit in it. It was a 
junk room that we stored with endless boxes of stuff. This room was 
always my favorite because I would always find the best toys in the boxes. 
The boxes were big and once I got lost in one of them. I stayed there 
for the whole day before my older sister came and found me. Once I left 
this small room, I went into my old room.
 
I loved my room almost as much as the small room because my room was so 
big. In a way my room was like the office. My walls were lined with all 
sorts of sea blues and greens and other ocean colors. A dolphin border 
lined my walls while my walls themselves were a collage of poster and 
pictures of dolphins. It was as if they were shooting out of the water 
like rockets while others were jumping into the endless blue sea. When 
the lights went out at night my room came alive. My bed seemed as if it 
was outside for it had a glow with the dark stars that were all over 
the frame. Not to mention a glowing star bedspread with matching sheets. 
The border was lined with lights that set off a nightly glow.
 
 
 
I decided that I had been there long enough and it was time to leave 
this old memory. As I walked though the whole house once more, I kept 
waiting for something to happen but it didn't. I guess the house didn't 
trust me at first but then as time went on it began to trust me just as 
the road had.
 
I still had an eerie feeling as I pulled out of the driveway and onto 
the road to my current house. I was well on my way home before the 
errire feeling finally left me.