Guest blogger: Jennifer Kirchen, E-Marketing Specialist
When I think back to the three houses I lived in growing up, one really sticks out in my mind. It’s a white, cape cod style house located in downtown Arlington Heights that we moved into when I was three, and it still stands today. Years later we moved to the north end of Arlington Heights as I entered fourth grade, but I never forgot that home on Wing Street.
It stands out in my mind not because of the house, but the warm memories I have there. That was the place where I became a big sister and got a little brother to chase around, where Dad taught me to ride a bike, and where we played in the kiddie pool with best friends on hot days.
That was the home that I shared every birthday with cool Uncle Joe, Mom dressed us for Halloween in many handmade creations (i.e. Rainbow Brite – was I a child of the 80’s or what?). Holidays were a cause for celebration in the Kirchen house, we baked Christmas cookies with Mom, decorated them with our aunt, and every Christmas and Easter we took family photos by the respective holiday tree.
The one thing all of my happy memories have in common is that they include family and friends: Mom, Dad, brother, cousins, grandparents, aunts and uncles, neighborhood friends. Because that’s what home really is all about: the family and friends (and pets) with whom you share your home, and the love that surrounds you.
But this is not just my story or my family’s story. This is your story, your parent’s story, your child’s story. It’s the story of all of us. Share your #FlashbackFriday story with us. What memories and photos do you have of home?