what does your past look like?

this is a picture i took a while back outside of canyon, texas. Me, my little sister Anna, and my friend Matt, were going out to Palo Duro Canyon and saw this old abandoned house on the way..being adventurous and all..we decided to stop on our way back and explore...there was no sign up saying "no trespassing" or anything so we made ourselves at home...plus the fact that it might have been off limits made it that much more exciting :D haha we had to kinda climb into this house..but there was just something about it..that had me very intrigued...
we all went our separate ways kind of exploring..i made my way into the kitchen of this house and suddenly felt this breeze hit my back..right when i turned and looked i saw this hole in the wall kinda low to the ground..i bent down and looked through and saw this old door just laying on the ground...the weird thing was..this room didn't have a door...i wanted to find a way to get into it so i could get a better shot of the door..but got very confused when there wasn't a way in...so i got as low as possible and tried my best to get the shot i was hoping to get..and i did...i focused on the bottom part of the door..so the top part was a lil out of focus..giving it that dramatic feel....
it was just such a different feeling being in this old house..that had been abandoned...no one would ever call this place home again..everything it was made for was gone...no telling how many families lived in this home over the years...each carrying their own stories..full of life, death, happiness, disappointments, laughter, & tears. Now after everything..it was battered and worn..just left to slowly disappear...until all that's left is memories...
One thing i absolutely love about photography is the emotions and feelings you can get from just one single photograph...and this photo for instance..automatically makes me think about my past...not that my past looks like this to other people, i think its just more of how it feels to me...things have only gotten better for me every year...actually every day..i feel a little bit better...like I'm getting a little bit closer to being that person God is molding me to be. I know I'm stronger now from everything I've experienced in my past...and i will always hold onto those memories..but i am more than happy to leave it behind...the key is finding that place where you realize that your past is a huge part of you..but that it no longer controls you...