At 17, My Childhood Home Burned to the Ground

Hazy reflections of a Los Angeles native

Brent L. Smith
Human Parts
Published in
8 min readMar 13, 2019

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Illustration: HifuMiyo

At 17, I watched my childhood home burn.

That’s not true. I didn’t even get the morbid satisfaction of watching the flames dance and lick the barn-red wooden walls of our 1952 ranch-style house—with its asymmetric facade, brick fireplace, oak bar, and sliding glass doors out to the backyard…

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Brent L. Smith
Human Parts

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