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I grew up on a street called Brook. The street makes a horseshoe shape with no more than 40 or so houses on it. The house we live in is next door to the house I grew up in from about age 7. The house we live in is also six houses away from my mom (was my great grandmother house). Tonight is our last night on Brook. As excited as I am to be buying our first home after all we have been through, I can help and reflect what this street has meant to me.

I met my first ever best friend on Brook. So many days of riding bikes up and down this street. Playing tag, hiding-go-seek, jumping rope. "Are you afraid of the dark" story telling at the end of the driveway (some of you will remember that show) First sleepovers. First loves, first kiss, first heartbreaks. I still remember having walkie talkies and trying to communicate with my best friend who lived a few houses away, but kids walkie talkies weren't all that great in the very early 90's. I still remember the big 4th of July fireworks shows our street put on when I was a kid. Ohh and the trick or treating was the best in our neighborhood.

I've lived on this street most of my life. I got married while living on this street. I brought Jadon home from the hospital on this street. We lost Trinity while living on this street. I remember sitting on the end of the driveway after we lost her looking up to the heaven begging God to explain to me why she had to leave. We brought our rainbow home to this street. It the street that has held so much of my grief as I struggled.  Its the street where I found my self again. It the street I have watched my own children play tag, ride bikes, and play hide and go seek. It the street I last lived with my stepdad, who passed away.

It will be kinda sad tomorrow as we pull away from living on Brook. No we are not moving far and my mom still lives on this street but I myself will no longer live here. This street raised me. I will never forget the memories I have made while growing up on Brook.