My childhood home is easily one of the most impactful building in my life. My parents moved into the home in midtown Tulsa not long after getting married, and we stayed there for 25 years before moving to a new home. My brother and I were brought home from the hospital to that house, took our first steps there, and had so many other firsts and important moments within those walls.
Unfortunately, when my parents decided to sell the house, it was bought by builders and torn down not too long after. Of course we still have photographs and memories, but I am a little disappointed that I won’t be able to show my future children my childhood home. Moving out of that house was very emotional, and is a day I will remember forever. They are currently building a new house on the property, but in my heart that will always be the place where I grew up.