Welcome to my home
This is the Lilac bush that we made into a fast food taco joint. Missing now is the pile of bricks that we would shave down and use as seasoning.
When I was little the grass here was so tall that we used to make houses out of them. We would matte down the grass where rooms were and we created an entire house.
This is the dune buggy that my father made. I loved it when he would take us on rides. Like many things from my childhood it lies dormant waiting to be revived.
This is the beloved Trenton Hill. No matter what you might hear it is not Little Mountain. It's name is TRENTON HILL. It's a very touchy subject.
This is the tree that we would put the trampoline under and jump off of it onto the tramp. We also built a zip line from it when i was a bit older. Did I mention that we would also put the sprinkler under the tramp. Fun times.
This was my first car. Three months after I got it I was told to buy my own car. Note the rust holes, great for hiding out in a scrap yard.
Does anyone else think that this might be something you would see on the Schrute beat farm? My little brother was trying to make a good hatchet throwing target. Awesome.
This is the road next to my house that leads to the neighbors home. Did I mention we live in the center of town?
Well, that's it for now. If your still with me, you either grew up in Trenton or you are related to me. I enjoyed my childhood and regress to it quite often. I hope you can do the same. Happy 26 to me!
