Day 118: A favorite street
When I was little I grew up on a pretty awesome street.
It was a cul-de-sac.
We lived in the circle end of the street.
In the middle of the circle there was a tree.
I can’t tell you how many times I rode my bike around that circle.
We played cops and robbers around it.
We had some interesting people on our street.
There were the Bartholomew’s…the boy had lots of wrinkles.
There were the Henry’s…we could hear their phone conversations through our baby monitor.
There was Wanda…she had a great doorbell and I bought her nailpolish at he garage sales.
There were the Pennington’s…there son was weird and they had a Siamese cat.
There were the Kuntz’s….Lindsay was my bestie and they had a dog named Roxie.
My street connected to the park.
We would sled for hours down that hill.
It was the only safe place to fly a kite.
I pushed David Shingledecker off the swing into the mud.
If I missed the bus I could cut through the park to catch the bus on it’s way around the neighborhood.
I sold so many things to my neighbors on this street.
Wrapping paper.
Chocolate.
Candy bars.
Now, I live on a busy street.
It isn’t a cul-de-sac.
We still have interesting neighbors but nothing like my favorite street neighbors.
I don’t sell anything to my neighbors…however I did have one heck of a yard sale a few years back.
Our street connects you to a school and you can use it to get to a park, Target, or (after traveling a few minutes) In-N-Out Burger.
I don’t think this will be my kids favorite street.
In fact, I hope it isn’t.
I love my house but I don’t love the street.
Where can we find a favorite street for my kids?
When will we find it?
OOOO! I can hardly wait to see what the future holds.




























I am glad you have good memories of our street. I have good memories of ALL the places we have lived. Things are just beginning for you. I am glad you are keeping this journal (blog) to document it all.