Friday, March 16, 2012

I Lived in a Pink House


I lived in a pink house once.

The house stood where northern Michigan and Canada leaned so close they kissed.

Across the street sat a laundromat/arcade and a convenience store with a long, glass case filled with Pop Rocks, Nerds, Chiclets, and tiny, edible pieces of heaven.

The pink house promised adventure.

Under the kitchen table and hidden in the red, paisley, laminate flooring, lay a circular handle to a pull-up, cellar door. Behind an old, oval mirror slept a safe. Sure, the safe only contained an old pair of socks and no money, but wow, a secret safe. In my bedroom closet, a small door led to an attic room big enough for my nine-year-old self to feel as if I’d entered Narnia.

I pretended to be Nancy Drew, the old Nancy Drew of course, not the new one with the hip car, and I bravely explored the world within the pink house. I searched for adventure, and I found it. Often.

Although most of us don’t see it, adventure lines our lives. Sometimes even the word adventure makes us want to snuggle in, pull the covers high, and watch an entire season of Downton Abby.

But don’t. 

This weekend put down the to-do’s and seek out the all the get-to’s.

Be brave.

Question for you: What types of adventures do you remember taking around your childhood home?

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This was written as a part of Five Minute Friday where writers are given a prompt and five minutes to write. Then they are asked to write and forget about it being "just right". This week’s prompt: brave.




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22 comments:

Alison said...

Beautifully written, Amy! I really enjoyed reading this. I lived in a red house once that was sort of like that. We had a great wardrobe-like closet that was our Narnia. And many, many, exciting places hidden in the 2-acres of lawn and woods. I just took my kids back to drive around the neighborhood last week and the memories! Thanks for sharing. (Stopping by via The Gypsy Mama.)

Tara said...

love this "adventure lines our lives"... also. amen to the old Nancy Drew. we had water beds...so, as you can imagine, most of my adventures were staged on the high seas :)

Susan said...

Oh, how fun! My favorite place to go was my "tree house". It wasn't really a tree house but actually an old deer stand that was left there when my parents bought the acreage. I would go up there to read for hours and when I was in trouble or angry with my parents, I'd go up there and pretend I was invisible. :)

Renee said...

SO jealous of your pink house and all it's secrets! remember that show "Webster" where the little boy lived in a big house w/secret passageways???? always wanted that myself. my house was kind of boring in that respect, but it was surrounded by 20 acres of woods, so that's where my adventures lay. lots of tree hut building, tadpole catching, and trail making in my young days. makes me miss living around woods now :(

have a fun and adventerous weekend! and for the record-Downton Abbey is TOTALLY a legit adventure!! :) c'mon season 3!!!!

Michele {A Life Surrendered} said...

Ah... I need to be reminded of the "get-to-do's" ... and I love your childhood memory revealed in this post... I am looking forward to the weekend... now seeing through the eyes of my children... seeking adventure :)

Blessings to you...

redemptionsbeauty said...

I live in a pinkish brick house now, not what I would've chosen but He chose the neighborhood. And we had a store called Wally's in the town where I grew up with shelves lined with candy. Carried a little brown sack of it home on some days. And I don't have any other choice than to be brave. As a Christ follower, I don't remember him saying, "You must be safe in order to follow me." Thanks for this Amy, you have a way with words.

Cassi Brightforest said...

Reading your post was like reading something my nine year old would have written that is her. Nancy Drew and all. Adventures come so easily at that age. How do loose it so as adults.

Thee FireWife said...

I was highly unsupervised as a child. We ran through the woods with our cousins, played princesses and dragons, fought with sticks, and threw rocks at baby rattlesnakes. Because that's what all good childhood memories are made of :)

Jade said...

I love this post especially since I'm reading the Chronicles of Narnia now! Keeping a sense of adventure keeps life interesting. I really admire your writing.

Susan said...

I also lived in a pink house. I loved your post. It is funny how just a little comment, in this case your mention of the old Nancy Drew, snapped me directly to some wonderful memories. My third grade year I could not wait to run to the library, checking out one Nancy Drew book after another. It was a sad day, though, when I realized I'd completed them all.

Theresa Miller said...

Don't settle in. Step out of the comfort. Yep, I get it!

Loved heights as a kid, so climbing tall trees and big rocks were my choice of adventure and then riding all over the neighborhood on bikes (motorcycles) with sisters and friends. Always make believe. Those are great memories.

To be child-like seeking adventure...a great thought!

Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

Oooh. I like this.

Jean Wise said...

This post is packed with great lines. Can't pick my favorite but I WILL put down that to do list and grab the get to this weekend Inspirational!

Kris said...

Such a special memories! I remember adventuring into the woods, building and hiding and pretending for hours to be a pioneer, a runaway princess, an escapee- all under the green canopy of vines and wild palms in the florida heat after school.... thank you for this breath of fresh air ;)

Julie said...

Amy, I'm pretty sure we'd be good friends if we met. Now or as kids, haha. I was always getting into adventures around my home and being outdoors as a kid. I lived in a small town and right behind my house there was a small church and school property that I pretty much made into my own personal playground..it was empty most of the time back there, and the gardens and trees were perfect for reading, the big parking lot perfect for roller skating. It was great. It didn't take much to entertain me.

Tiffany said...

I thought this particular line was inspired: "The house stood where northern Michigan and Canada leaned so close they kissed." The imagery in this post immediately transported me back to your pink house.

I used to pretend I was in Narnia, too, when I would climb into our tiny coat closet.

Jessi said...

Love this!

messymiddle.com said...

"Pink house" reminds me of "The Secret Life of Bee's" and the pink house the sisters lived in. Because considering the color of a house, compared to the joy of the inhabitants, no comparison. That has been a helpful perspective for me to return to again and again! Amy

Beck Gambill said...

Oh I had such lovely adventures in my myriad of childhood homes. Though I never lived in a pink one. Moving in to a new home was always such delicious adventure to me. One little white cape cod had hidden cubbies and attic rooms and a creek by a large oak inhabited by a raccoon. It was wonderful!

I love adventures still. I found out today that my church denomination is going to help me realize my recent dream of adventure to help Serbian orphans. I couldn't be more thrilled!

amandatdodson said...

Girl, you just made me want to get off this computer and start living this weekend!

From Tracie said...

We had woods behind my house, and I had MANY Nancy Drew adventures in those wood when I was kid.

Loraine said...

Love that you are full of adventure! Rock pops, Nancy drew, narnia-like attic... Oh to be free.of the to-do's and get to the get-to's!

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