Childhood Memories of Place

Think back to a place from your childhood that holds a particular rawness or intensity in your heart and mind.

For me, it is the abandoned Victorian house nestled in the overgrown vines at the very back of a field behind my house. We were told never to go in it, which of course is what we did. It had been a home for the elderly, and a broken wicker wheelchair was left limping in the hall upstairs. To get in we had to climb the outside fire escape and do through a second-story window. Once in, a deathly quiet took over all of us, the kids from the neighborhood. We tiptoed as if afraid to wake up the old residents, even though no one had lived in the house for years. Sometimes we would play monster and make the "monster" sit in the wheelchair and chase everyone else around the house. We were delightfully petrified.
We stopped going in when we hit puberty. I think we knew that things would change in the house -- that it would become sexual, and we were too afraid to be in that place -- we were not ready.

Describe that place for us.