By zulfrontado on Skatehive
``10/4/26`` Welcome to a new post, dear Hiver! Every time I think about my childhood home, the same memory always comes to mind: My sister and I playing in the living room full of toys one afternoon after school. Well, dear Silver Blogger community, I'm 28 years old, and I always thought this community was geared only towards people older than me. But after reading about the contest The Silverbloggers Chronicles - Prompt #41 - The home where you grew up in I thought: Wait a minute, if you have a story to tell about that. The thing is, I'd lived in the same place my whole life, until one day, when I was 18, I had to move. My parents had separated, there were a lot of arguments... In short, it's not a pleasant part of my life, nor one I want to go into detail about. What I can tell you is that I moved. I spent three years away from home, the house where I had spent my childhood and adolescence. I was facing the unknown. There were good things, like developing a great love for growing flo