mscandias
In the basement, things happen. Sometimes good things, sometimes bad. Remember your first dance..in a basement..house party..people all around, feeling like you are on some grown woman shit, when actually you are still a child. I recall some interesting times in the basement. Some things I would much rather forget .Some people I really don't remember. Some boys I prefer not to recall. Some names, I couldn't recall if I wanted to. A lot of lost time happened in a basement. A lot of pain happened in the basement. I concieved a child in a basement..wish I could take back the experience of some of those basements. Not my child..just the experience. Why the basement? Secluded..a way from everyone..no one there..feeling like an adult in my own place..in the basement. Found myself in the basement, lost myself in a basement. Now, I want the basement in my new home, when I buy it, to be the most amazing place. I want my children to love the basement. To never fear the basement like I used to..I want a family to love one another in my basement and never know what I've experienced in basements of past.