A Place Where

I often reminisce about my red-brick row home
on pencil-thin Sylvester Street where there still is
a nearby concrete alley where all the
neighborhood children used to gather, a place
of seemingly-infinite security where
we played in peace few of us fully appreciated when
we were young, a place in time I am sure you
would like, a place where even today you’d have
fun playing catch while listening to
rock n’ roll music on the radio. I go
there annually to relive my past. One year, there
were some childhood friends I met there. They
shared their fond memories with me. Have
you such a place in your past, a place to
return to when you need to wax nostalgic? Take
mental inventory of the places you
lived as a child, places where you knew you fit in.