Growing up I moved a lot. I have always
wanted to have pictures of every house I grew up in or at least what
my room looked like. While I do not have the latter, I do have Google
and with it I can look at images of my old houses. Above is my Grandmama's house. I had to put that because from birth to 9 years old I spent my morning till afternoons there. I've found each of
the seven houses I lived in with my family before escaping to West Hollywood and will write about the good and the bad about each. Also
how long we lived there as far as I can recall.
89th St. (11 years)
This is the first house I grew up in
and when I think of my childhood sticks out the most. I loved this
house so much. I was here from birth until 11 and it sucked to leave
it. Out of all the houses on the street this one, meaning my old one,
looks different. Every other house looks exactly the same.
Good: Huge backyard. Like...really
huge. My cousin lived next door and that was fun. Lots of kids on the
street. Thrifty's ice cream that became the Western Swap Meet later.
Mr. Bros. shaved ice shop/arcade that was owned by my next door neighbor.
Singer Karen White lived right across the street. “I'm not your
Superwoman...” Nice fireplace. Big front porch.
