Milli: that was lovely- your own paradise.
Outlaw :Im glad you had something to fall back on. A small slice of comfort.
I cant think of many happy memories in my Fosters house. Just the feelings of fear and unworthiness, of pain and guilt, of being un lovable and never good enough.
Then i would go back to the house on the hill in my mind and picture the porch swing and hear the silly songs. I would see the hardwood floors my mom would cover with soapy water while we slide on towels across it. I think the memory of my mom was more comfort than the real thing.
The foster house was filled with echos of pain and tears it's kitchen filled with forced labor and threats of punishment for shoddy work.
Thank you for sharing some of your happy moments or places.
If you have sad ones you can share them too.