Instead, I consider "The Duplex" on Cruse Road to be my childhood home. It was right on the corner of Cruse Road, a busy two lane surface street, and... some other road that lead into the subdivision. Being the first house on the entrance of a subdivision, we had a large yard with one of those big brick neighborhood signs. People pretty often ran into it, and my parents didn't like my siblings and I to play in the yard unaccompanied.
My favorite memory of this house has got to be the back patio (and by patio I mean the the barely 5x5 concrete slab off the kitchen door). The back yard couldn't have been deeper than 10 feet before it dropped into a wooded swampy area. Every spring the backyard would be flooded by tiny little frogs. I love frogs! One year, McDonald's was on an environmental kick and was giving out seeds and tiny greenhouses in their happy meals. I remember catching a frog and keeping it in the tiny plastic greenhouse for a few minutes. Frogs!
We moved out of the duplex when I was in third grade, but I do have a number of fond memories of living in that house. Here are some photos of those times:
Babies on the porch
Our tiny garden
Our first bikes