A Fond Memory
The house stands abandoned and neglected, suffocating from
the overgrown ivy creeping along the walls. The blistering
sun's arms chip away at the decaying paint. The only
attention it receives is from a colony of black ants which
infest the cracks and crevices. This cracked and decaying
building once was filled with love and laughter when it
provided a sanctuary for its owners. It was adorned with
flowering bushes and soft blades of grass gently nodding
their approval to the children playing in the garden.
We spent countless summer days in our sanctuary at the
shore. The house was situated near the ocean and provided a
lovely view of the beach. From the top floor, our lookout
tower, my younger brother surveyed his "dream" castle that
he carefully reconstructed at the beginning of every summer
and I supervised and counted the boats that occasionally
sailed in the distance.
Beyond its significance as a surveillance tower, the area
also possessed industrial value. Everything and anything
that my family could not throw out, for whatever reason,
was stored up here. There were cartons of worn clothes,
luggage, baby furniture, and old toys. Dust and spider webs
collected everywhere, nevertheless nothing was ever moved.
My mother always said that one day she would have a garage
sale and get rid of all these things, but that one day
never seemed to come.
With the passing of time, my parents no longer go out to
their beach house. At first they rented the place but when
the tenants left, they decided to shut it down. Slowly the
house started to fall into disrepair. My brother and I have
relocated elsewhere and we also stopped going to the house.
The sand castle has since collapsed and the boats pass by
without being counted, yet memories of the house are as
fresh as the ivy that is trapped beneath the wooden
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