The old house was nothing at all like what she had described to me through the years. From her vivid recollections, I saw in my mind a lovely, well-kept home with spacious rooms and beautiful furnishings. According to her, it was a glorious place, alive with the laughter of children and happy conversation. Now I stood in the doorway of this dilapidated structure and found it all but difficult to disguise my shock. She walked slowly into the rundown keeper of her childhood memories and raised her head as if to draw in the yesteryear aroma of homemade bread and pies cooling on the kitchen table. She smiled with utter delight, her hands clasped tightly to her chest. It was in that very moment I realized she had described precisely what she would always remember. ~ D.L. Norris