Tag Archives: childhood Sometimes I look at our son and I try to imagine what it will be like to grow up in the time in which we now live. Things are just so different from how they were when I was a kid. For example, I can’t imagine letting Henry run around the neighborhood unsupervised or in...  Several years ago when I moved back to the east coast, I had no place to store the boxes that contained my childhood memories. So for several years, these boxes sat in my parents’ basement, just waiting for the day when I would reclaim them. Much to my parents’ relief, I’m sure, we moved them...  Now that I’ve laid the groundwork, I figure I should go back and cover the early years. If I can remember them that is. I don’t know if it’s my age or my selective memory process, but I don’t actually remember a lot about my childhood. So maybe it’s good I’m doing this... |
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