User:StanaEvansLegacy/sandbox

Playing lots of board games, & playing outside in the backyard. There were several brothers in the house, all younger and very sweet. There was an ominous spirit in the house, it felt like a threat, very unfriendly, unloving, strict, too strict and unkind. No memories of ever seeing the father, but his presence was felt like someone you didn't want to come home. The last memory of that house, I was standing in the backyard by the beautiful old tree, an owl landed on a branch, looked at me and hooted. It was such a beautiful sound. I didn't know at the time that the owl was saying goodbye to Me. I wouldn't see or hear from an owl for over 29 years. When I heard the hoot of an owl once again, I was many, many miles from my home and even farther away from the childhood memories. That hoot brought back a flood of memory and also brought with it all the feelings I had felt that day, mixed emotions that were bottled up like a sandbox inside of my heart.