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I remember the first time i saw that house.

You needed a ride home after school, i took you there.

Our friendship still starting out i was excited to see where you took residence.

We pulled up and i thought "i have seen this house before, but i never knew it was yours"...

I remember the first fime i went to that house- the house with the floating walkway.

It was to watch a movie in the "ghetto" theater out back.

I wandered around out back and fell in love with the green house.

So quaint, i didnt want to leave it.

I thought "wow, i like this place"...

I remember the first time i went into that house.

A new coat of paint was being spread across the walls.

Your darling mom standing on a ladder holding a brush in her hand.

Your dad installing something on the window wells.

Everyone helping and singing to the music.

I thought "i wish i could help paint"... but i was too embarrassed to ask if i could, and i sang the songs under my breath too embarrassed to sing out.

I remember the first time i felt what that house has to offer.

Directly after the wedding of a beautiful sister,

We sat on the couch, and i listened. just listened to the laughter.

Brothers and sisters, mom and dad, all just one big happy family.

I watched the blonde dancer do hand stands against the wall as she told a story

she had already shared it made me giggle...

I thought, "do i have to go?"...

And every time i have to part i think that same thing...

"Must i go?"

I remember the feeling of that house.

I remember the warmth it has to offer.

I remember how much i love it there.

I remember what i want my house to be like.

and most of all

I remember what happiness is like in that house with the floating walk.