I Danced the Dance
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I Danced The Dance
It is still there, the once yellow house on Cloverdale Drive, where I lived until I was
about twelve years old; the age I was when my parents got divorced. The house holds so many
memories for me. Unfortunately, everything I remember about that house on Cloverdale had a
major impact on me once I entered adulthood, and went out into the world by myself. All the
memories I have blocked out for all these years, are all coming back to me.
As I drive past the house that I once called my home, I start to have all these feelings and
emotions come over me. I am confused, frightened and I am sad. I can see myself lying in
my twin size, Jennilynn bed. The walls are painted yellow. It always loved yellow it just
reminds me of happiness and the sun. It would be around 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning and when
I hear the screeching of the front door...