My First House

This is the house I spent the first few years of my life in. It's in Rockland, MA at the end of Norman Street. I remember my father planting those hedges one summer. I remember cutting my sisters finger off in that garage (playing "repairing the bicycle", and she stuck her finger in, which was re-attached). I remember watching the northern lights on my dad's shoulders and I remember my first halloween, as a bunny, holding my parents hands. I remember my mother calling the bob-whites in the back yard. I thought that was magical.