© 2007 Dave Kleinschmidt, Flickr | CC-BY-SA | via Wylio Across the hall, and a little to the left, just a few feet over beige carpeting from the master bedroom doors is a room which has been continuously occupied for the past seventeen years. The sounds of bedtime Bible stories, of laughter, tears, Nerf gun wars echo down to me over the years. Late night gaming, fragging zombies, the smells of sweat (teen spirit) and Axe... The sounds and smells of a life; of a boy waking, sleeping, farting, growing have faded into memory.
An Empty Room
An Empty Room
An Empty Room
© 2007 Dave Kleinschmidt, Flickr | CC-BY-SA | via Wylio Across the hall, and a little to the left, just a few feet over beige carpeting from the master bedroom doors is a room which has been continuously occupied for the past seventeen years. The sounds of bedtime Bible stories, of laughter, tears, Nerf gun wars echo down to me over the years. Late night gaming, fragging zombies, the smells of sweat (teen spirit) and Axe... The sounds and smells of a life; of a boy waking, sleeping, farting, growing have faded into memory.