first house

The first house I lived in. It's weird the things I remember from living there (until I was 4).
Taking the red wagon to the creek at the bottom of the hill to get rocks to line the garden beds.
Watching for Santa Claus out my window and seeing Rudolph's Nose blinking (a plane) and rushing to sleep.
The bat in my room.
The bloody nose I had that wouldn't stop and I bled all over my favorite blanket.
The multi-level tree house that Mr. Underwood had in his backyard. No ladder, you had to shinney up a pole to get there. Yes, at 4, I shinnied up the pole and was one of the cool kids who was allowed to play in the tree house.
Getting out cat Barney (named after Barney Rubble on the Flintstones).