I kept coming back to this neighborhood in Wasilla, Alaska. Although it wasn't really a neighbor- hood. Not yet.
I've always been slightly afraid of old houses. I guess an old house is somewhat associated with the deceased.
I've always been slightly afraid of old houses. I guess an old house is somewhat associated with the deceased.
But this was different. It was as if I felt uneasy about the future, and everything that will take place in the years to come.
What kind of people will be living here? How many kids will grow up, and what kind of people will they become? What will their memories be?
