You can never go home

. . but you can take photos on the lawn. This is the house I grew up in. Greenville, South Carolina. Haven't set foot here in 9 years. The railing on the front steps is still bent from when I backed up the car into the house when I was 13. The tree in the front yard has scars on the branch that my tire-swing hung from. Memories of mowing the lawn for $10 and spending it on a new skateboard. Sharing 1 bathroom between 6 family members. It was a small, but charming home.