Chapter 1
ITS ME, THE KID
Our house was shaped like a cube of butter and was even the same creamy, yellow color. It had been built on the far left hand side of a corner lot on Fourth Street. It wasn't just any corner lot either. Adjacent to it was a gigantic dirt field. At least it looked gigantic to me. I was in the third grade. The year was 1959. Every Saturday afternoon, that field played host to every kid on the block. We would play as many baseball games as the weather permitted on a field of rock hard dirt, surrounded by salt cedar trees. Tall clumps of weeds with foxtails stuck to our white socks. Our house was pretty modern. The outside walls were made of something called stucco, and the inside of the house had shiny hardwood floors. I especially loved lying on the braided oval rug in the living room. I would pretend like I was lying on the beach in the warm summer sun, compared to the coolness of...
I love this series. Love the look of your site. did you change it? You are making me melancholy. I am looking forward to all you tell us about you.I also lived in a stucco house for about 10 years growing up.
ReplyDeleteI sent you a reply yesterday but I don't think it was posted. The site is still the same... perhaps you are thinking of my website. I am only posting a blog once a month due to my work schedule. I hope to post a portion of Chapter 2 next weekend. The stucco house, I grew up in is still standing today!
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