When I was a little girl, people lived in this house. Kids played here. Puppies were born here. Stories were told into the evening.
When I was a girl, the road went to this house. You could walk there. There was a wharf, too, in the deep cove in front. There was often a sailboat.
The road has caved in. You can’t walk there easily anymore. There is a massive hole in the roof and the front is falling off. It would be unsafe to venture in. Miraculously, it hasn’t fallen yet, but now it’s just a matter of time.
Things sure have changed here in 35 years.