Holy Christ...I lived here from when I was 10 years old until I moved out at 18. Never did I notice the hiding places in the attic where they used to hide slaves passing through on the underground railroad. I pryed up a floor board and found a few slave momentos...pretty cool.
On another note, living here is a little weird. My office was my bedroom for all those years. Every once in a while, I have a flashback of being a child
