I think out of any of the places I lived this was my favorite. Life had really simmered down quite a bit, and we all seemed to be settling into a pattern of semi normalcy (once again I use that term lightly).
I have so many good memories from this place the bulk of them involve the group of kids that lived in this neighborhood. There were about 15 of us and we all were about the same age. In the summer right in the center of our court there was a little circle parking lot that I guess was some sort of turnabout and overflow for campers and whatnot. I cannot tell you how many nights in the summer we spent in that circle playing kickball until the streetlamps came on.
There were three of us girls in the neighborhood that were pretty close and we would take our bikes (mine was a Strawberry shortcake bike with streamers on the handlebars) and we would just ride all day long in the summer. Missy had the same bike as me and after the long rides we would sit on the curb and she would bring out frozen cantaloupe balls for us to chomp on while we cooled down. Toward the end of the first summer we found out Missy was moving away. Michelle and I were devastated and the night before she moved away we spent the night in Missy’s room reminiscing about all of our adventures, eating Tid Bit cheese crackers and crying into the night.
After she moved away Michelle and I became a lot closer. Her brother was an odd duck… really tall… like the tallest guy I had ever seen and he was always eating peanut butter straight out of the jar with a spoon…but it was her mother that used to scare the pajamas off of me. She was tough and ballsy. She worked as the office manager with a construction company. I remember on Saturday’s going with Michelle and keeping her company while her mom was working, we would wander around the work yard and pick up little balls of tar and throw them at each other… and then when her mom was finished she would take us to Victoria Station for lunch. It was the absolute coolest place because the restaurant was in an actual boxcar. I tasted Chocolate Mousse for the first time at Victoria Station and I remember I thought I had died and gone to heaven… it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
I wish I could remember Missy or Michelle’s last name…it’s weird that I can remember cantaloupe balls and what kind of bike I had but not a name…I guess it is because when you’re a kid names don’t really matter as much as what kind of bike you ride…. And sometimes I wish adults still operated that way!
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Questions for the day:
• Who were your bosom friends in the neighborhood growing up?
• Did you ever have a friend that moved away or did you move away?
• What did your bike look like when you were a kid?
• What was your favorite snack to cool you down on hot summer days?
• Did any of your friend's parents impact your life in any way?
• What was your favorite game to play when you were young?
Of course you don’t have to answer all of them or any of them for that matter… but if any of them made you think… I’d love for you to capture those thoughts so you have them to share… because they are worth being heard !
I have so many good memories from this place the bulk of them involve the group of kids that lived in this neighborhood. There were about 15 of us and we all were about the same age. In the summer right in the center of our court there was a little circle parking lot that I guess was some sort of turnabout and overflow for campers and whatnot. I cannot tell you how many nights in the summer we spent in that circle playing kickball until the streetlamps came on.
There were three of us girls in the neighborhood that were pretty close and we would take our bikes (mine was a Strawberry shortcake bike with streamers on the handlebars) and we would just ride all day long in the summer. Missy had the same bike as me and after the long rides we would sit on the curb and she would bring out frozen cantaloupe balls for us to chomp on while we cooled down. Toward the end of the first summer we found out Missy was moving away. Michelle and I were devastated and the night before she moved away we spent the night in Missy’s room reminiscing about all of our adventures, eating Tid Bit cheese crackers and crying into the night.
After she moved away Michelle and I became a lot closer. Her brother was an odd duck… really tall… like the tallest guy I had ever seen and he was always eating peanut butter straight out of the jar with a spoon…but it was her mother that used to scare the pajamas off of me. She was tough and ballsy. She worked as the office manager with a construction company. I remember on Saturday’s going with Michelle and keeping her company while her mom was working, we would wander around the work yard and pick up little balls of tar and throw them at each other… and then when her mom was finished she would take us to Victoria Station for lunch. It was the absolute coolest place because the restaurant was in an actual boxcar. I tasted Chocolate Mousse for the first time at Victoria Station and I remember I thought I had died and gone to heaven… it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
I wish I could remember Missy or Michelle’s last name…it’s weird that I can remember cantaloupe balls and what kind of bike I had but not a name…I guess it is because when you’re a kid names don’t really matter as much as what kind of bike you ride…. And sometimes I wish adults still operated that way!
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Questions for the day:
• Who were your bosom friends in the neighborhood growing up?
• Did you ever have a friend that moved away or did you move away?
• What did your bike look like when you were a kid?
• What was your favorite snack to cool you down on hot summer days?
• Did any of your friend's parents impact your life in any way?
• What was your favorite game to play when you were young?
Of course you don’t have to answer all of them or any of them for that matter… but if any of them made you think… I’d love for you to capture those thoughts so you have them to share… because they are worth being heard !
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