This morning Toots asked me if we could live in our house forever. Given that we rent the place, I knew the answer would be “no,” but I didn’t have the resolve to say it. As a kid who moved and moved and moved, I understood her question on a deep heart-level. Luckily, when I was 10, my family finally settled in a small suburb northwest of Chicago and I felt like I’d come home for good. We lived on our wonderful tree-lined street for eight years and I never ever, not ever wanted to leave.
Our neighbors still live on that street.
I can’t wait to do this PROMPT because I remember 270 Terrace Pl. and that mustard and royal blue-shuttered house to the tiniest detail and to describe it brings me back “home” if only for a minute or two.
Do you remember where you grew up? The town, the house, the apartment, the street, the lane, the city, the grassy field? Please describe it in every detail.
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