Last week I posted a blog about my childhood growing up in Roosevelt, NJ (Nature Child of The 60s in Small Town USA). I had such an outpouring of responses from many of my childhood friends over the past week. They shared their own reminiscences of growing up in our small town and they shared their love of their childhood. Reminiscing is an easy pastime and is contagious—as I discovered. Try thinking about a past event or time in your life that was wonderful and bask in the glow of fond memories. All you need do is bring up a thought or take a look at a snapshot to help elicit your magical memories.
By Sarah A. Chavez
In childhood Christy and I played in the dumpster across the street
from Pickett & Sons Construction. When we found bricks, it was best.
Bricks were most useful. We drug them to our empty backyard
and stacked them in the shape of a room. For months
we collected bricks, one on top another. When the walls
reached as high as my younger sister’s head, we laid down.
Hiding in the middle of our room, we watched the cycle
of the sun, gazed at the stars, clutched hands and felt at home.