I have been trying to remember why and when I was here.
We passed by this house everyday on our way home from school or from Judy's. Sometimes we had to go the long way, but I never complained about taking the long way home.
I drove back here a couple of years ago and saw a man sitting on the porch. I took his picture and he flipped me off. The house wasn't crooked then.
I have frequent visions of visiting here to buy candy with my dad, but I'm not sure if that is it.
Sometimes I question if I ever went inside.