My parents got divorced when I was very young and my mom and sister and I moved down the street into an old little yellow house. That house was my favorite house that I have ever lived in. The house was filled with so many memories bad and good but it got us through the bad ones and we were able to preserver. At this time in my life everything was changing but I could always go to my room and feel so comfortable in that house. The floors caught my tears and the walls knew all my feelings of sorrow. That place comforted me through the hardest thing that happened in my life. My sister and I grew up there and it aided my mom in raising us. It was so nice because I felt safe there even when I was all alone. We sold the house and moved into a bigger house with my step dad. It was very sad because the new owners wanted to tear down the house and build a new one. I was very sad that house was there through everything growing up. I remember crying the day the house was being destroyed. That house was spiritual to me. I feel like that house with all the memories was my most spiritually place in my life.
In class we were talking about that one’s spiritual place has to do with memories there. Whether it is a closet, park, or a vacation spot, memories are an important part in making a place sacred to someone. When something happens that is significant to someone, in a certain place that can never be taken away from someone; making it sacred to that person.
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