we decided a trip down memory lane was in order. We twisted down city streets, stopped to take in the river view
before finally arriving at the little house at the edge of the city that holds so many memories for King Ralph. Its been fourteen years since King Ralph's grandma passed and that he's been to the house where memories linger.
Memories of King Ralph and his sisters living in the converted attic with his very young parents. Memories of being a mischievous boy--climbing on the roof (at age five, when no one was looking) freaking the neighbor who spotted him. Memories of locking his grandma's cat in a chest, and his grandma very mad at him. Growing up, moving away, coming back for holidays or to mow the grass. Living once again in that converted attic to save money and keep his widowed Grandma company. Right there in front of the hydrangias King Ralph and I built an eight foot snowman, when we were dating. Memories flooding the mind, until....
Memories stalled and only texts of goat spotting was shared. Little house of memories has been tainted.