When I was a young un, until around me twelfth birthday, I lived in such an exceptionally nice neighborhood in Queens. Considering that that was pert near fifty years ago, there have been so very many apples eaten since then, quite a bottomless pit of changes. In most really important ways I have no remaining Connection to that part of my life anymore. I’m in touch with many of my old friends, classmates, and teachers from then though. It’s sort of like a really fine compromise between what was before and what is now. I always make sure I do whatever I can to keep memories of that part of my life alive.
Denise’s Six Sentence Story Thursday is back again