#paperbyfiftythree

This house features significantly in my childhood memories, across two decades, so what I recall is a mash up of not just the physical aspects, but the time dimension as well.  Perhaps the fishtank was by the side of the house for only a tiny fraction of the 20 year timespan.  When was the garage made of black tar sheets draped over a wood frame, at the left end of where you see the tyre tracks in the drawing dismantled?  When was Uncle Paul's old motorcycle leaning against the absent garage sent to an unknown fate? Did my getting electrocuted by the christmas tree lights really happen, and if so, through which hand did the throbbing current enter my body?    

The objective existence or accuracy or specific coordinates, date/time stamps, colors/smells/feels simply do not matter. There is no question of truth or fiction, real or imaginary.  All that exists are stories, and sometimes these stories are given a little boost of life by a re-telling here, a faded black and white photo there, a drawing made with uncertain hands and the crowdsourced recollections of many.