When I think of my childhood I tend to organize my memories based on the houses I lived in.
The house I remember the most was the house on the hill when I was 6. I can still picture it in my mind. It had a big porch with a porch swing. My mom used to cuddle me and sing to me as the swing gently rocked to and fro.
When I was living with my foster parents, I would cling to that memory of my mom and I on that swing and the feeling of love and safety that surrounded me. The foster parents would tell us how awful my mom was and we were not allowed to talk about her, but I had that memory they could not take away.
That house on the hill was the last house my whole famiy was together. I lived there a short time but most of my clear child hood memories involve that house.
Did you have a memory or place that comforted you or made you happy?