A post over here got me thinkin’ about my childhood.  If you’ve been around my blog for any amount of time then you know that’s one of my favorite subjects…mostly because I loved every second of it.  From jellies to sit and spins I was always having fun.  

The scene for most of that fun was one Chestnut Court cul-de-sac.  I think there’s a special kind of fun that can be had in a cul-de-sac.  It has the rush of playing in the street for kids and the safety of playing in the yard for parents…the best of both worlds really.  It was a great place to ride bikes…round and round and round and…see, doesn’t that sound fun?  Perfect for impromptu baseball games (note to self: do NOT walk behind your brother when he’s batting…you will get hit). 

Our particular cul-de-sac had a few special features.  One was the neighbor’s fence that had honeysuckle growing on it.  Come summer time we would suck those babies dry.  The other slightly less enjoyable aspect was the ever so gradual downhill slope…towards the sewer.  We lost many a toy in that sewer.  Anything on wheels was in danger of never being seen again….balls never had a chance…and I’m pretty sure my brother almost lost a skate board to that monster.  Oh the tragedy.

But oh how I loved playing in the cul-de-sac.  I would play and play till I couldn’t play anymore.  Or until the street lights came on…which ever came first.  So here’s to cul-de-sacs…they’re a great place to grow-up.  Lost balls and all.

 

 

p.s. that’s what she said.