"Knock, knock." "Who's there?" "A big boy that remembers when he was a little boy and this was his home." One thing is for sure.....Stanley never could reach that part of the door when we lived there.
Here is Stan pointing to the window that supplied his bedroom with light. He also broke in to that window several times. And it had to be replaced at least once. (Basketball fun)
2713 Tanglewood was home for us in Texas for about fifteen years. I think we can all conjur up some fond memories. When we first arrived, every mosquito in Texas was made aware that new blood was available and we had never had so many bites in our lives. July 4th we watched fireworks from afar and got eaten alive! They never really bothered us after that. I guess they just thought "been there, done that!"
I remember trying to get grass to grow in that yard. It was a monumental task.
It sure is nice to see it green under those trees.
"Knock, knock." "Who's there?" "A big boy that remembers when he was a little boy and this was his home." One thing is for sure.....Stanley never could reach that part of the door when we lived there.
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Man....the memories are flooding in. I think I might get a little teary-eyed.
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