I’ve lived in the same house my entire life, for which I count myself very blessed.
Our neighbors have changed quite a lot over the years though.
I have a sweet memory I would like to share: When I was 6 years old, I had a friend named Ann who lived next door to me. We were both the same age and pretty inseparable.
I remember sitting on my kitchen counter in my house and she would do the same in hers. Since our kitchen windows faced each other we would talk to each other through them.
I loved doing that and love how these writing prompts can trigger long-lost memories. ❤