Today’s prompt: Write about a place you remember, even if you haven’t been there in years.
I often think about the lilac bush that was outside the first house I remember living in. The house was a bungalow, tucked in the elbow of a bending cul-de-sac, with three large vertical rectangular windows on the street-facing side. The main entrance was to the left, and the “rear” entrance was on the right. We hardly ever used the main entrance, the view of which was blocked by the lilac bush.
The pathway leading up to the house started from the street and ran up the right side of the lawn. You had to take a left at the only large rock, the follow another walkway to left side of the house, if you wanted to get to the main entrance. To get to the “rear” entrance, you kept going straight. The lawn had enough of a grade to make a slip ‘n slide quite fun during the summers.
Despite the sandbox, “tree”-house (more of a two-storey hut), playscape, tetherball, and apple tree, it’s the lilac bush that I remember first when I think of that house. It bloomed for only a short time each year, but I can still picture those lavender flowers.
I think the siding of the house was yellow.
This writing prompt comes from Letters’ Lounge.
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