I love living in California, and I loved living in Dallas, but back home will always mean good ol’ Denton County. I grew up cruising back roads with my dad listening to classic rock. I try to make my way back to those old roads when I can. Now they are paved where they were dirt, and neighborhoods are where fields used to be. Here are some photos I took on my cruise this time.
Bails of hay as far as the eye can see.
We lived in this house with my mom and dad. I lived here until first grade after the divorce.
We used to come tag this old bridge in high school. None of our tags are left.
This is the only dirt road I saw. I didn’t drive down it though.
Another part of the old bridge.
Just an old barn. I love old barns. I try to imagine the world when it was brand new.
As I head out out of town in another direction, I stop by to visit my best friend, Mitchell. Rip.
This is honestly about as pretty as it gets up in north Texas. Pretty plain. Not much to look at.
The tunnel of trees. Its a road we frequented as kids. Its actually very pretty. Its called Hill Top road. The previous picture is the top of the hill. Yeah, that flat area.
Kenlee eating M&M’s at Papaw’s grave.
As I made my way back into town I decided to take pictures of the other places that were home to me. The other places I loved to call home as a child.
This first house is the only one solid place I’ve had to call home. My grandpa’s home. Now my dad’s. It will always have a room for me if I need it.
I moved to this house in 5th grade with my mom and step-dad. We only lived there for a year before they bought us a house.
This is the house I lived in from 6th grade until I moved out my senior year. Its the house I consider my childhood home. Same neighborhood as the prior.Great times here.
The creek down the street. All the neighborhood kids played down here.
No water left in the creek. This creek twists through the whole neighborhood. Anything sneaky happened here because parents wouldn’t dare go down there.
This rickety old shack is one of the Fry Street houses on UNT campus. It used to be a great spot to live. I rented a room when I was 17. It was white back then and in better shape. It was my first place all by myself. Rent was only $175.
Across the street is the oldest head shop in Denton. Zebra Head. Iconic Denton spot.
This was my tattoo shop back then. Now it’s a copy shop. Still painted cool though.
Everything is changing on Fry Street. So much has already been demolished and rebuilt. Its losing all its artistic charm.
These apartments across from campus were built by my great-great grandmother to house women from the college. They are attached to the book store. They still stand for now. Not sure how much longer they will though.
Well that’s my walk down memory lane. Its just a taste of where I come from.