My memory of my home was that it was very happy, and that there was more fun and life there than there was anywhere else.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Anytime I was in Memphis with my dad and at the house, I was happy. That was, like, a given. It was what I lived for. And I still feel the same excitement and warmth.
I always remember my childhood house with happy memories. There was a beautiful garden, and outside my bedroom window was a jasmine vine which would open in the evenings, giving off a divine scent.
Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt 'safe' there.
I really wanted a wonderful, traditional home for my kid.
I came to Southbury because I wanted to live a more simple life. When I was a child, I saw lots of movies about happy people living in Connecticut. And ever since then, that was where I wanted to live. I thought it would be like the movies. And it really is. It's exactly what I hoped it would be.
We slept in the park before we had a house, and eventually we shared a home - my parents, my grandparents and five uncles, my family, all of us - on White Oaks Street by Magnolia Street near the railroad. Those were hard times, but I loved living there.
I have been very happy with my homes, but homes really are no more than the people who live in them.
Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.
My wife was delighted with the home I had given her amid the prairies of the far west.
My childhood is in my brother's house, and I like to visit there and be reminded.