Our Neighborhood

I lived in a great neighborhood growing up. There were a dozen or more kids on my street alone and summer was heaven. We spent our days climbing up plum trees and cooling off on slip and slides, eating icy goodness from Jenny O'Connor's snoopy snow cone machine and racing our bikes around the block. We grew up together. Kids came and went, but the feeling stayed the same. There was a bond there, we knew each other, took care of each other. We grew into teenagers and hung out at the neighborhood pool all day and played spin the bottle in the tent trailer in my backyard and had sleepovers on our trampoline. They were good times.

It was a neighborhood just like the one we live in now. My kids have a dozen friends on our block and their days are spent riding scooters, having light saber duels, catching bugs, and playing basketball in the backyard. They love it. I hope they all get to grow up together. I hope they grow into teenagers together and take care of each other and create memories together.

Guess it's time for me to pull out the ol' snoopy snow cone machine.