I picked up catering from a barbecue joint in our old neighborhood (for my mom's birthday party tomorrow) and drove past the house we lived in during my elementary school years. It looked so small. In fact, the whole street looked small. I guess the memory in my mind's eye is from a smaller, shorter version of myself.
What a cute place, huh? There used to be a giant (or was it?) pine tree next to the driveway with branches that went to the ground. Naturally, it was my fort.
Saturday, August 21, 2010.
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