Good Old Days Magazine

What Do I See?

What do I see when I drive through my old neighborhood? Not the familiar cookie-cutter houses or the elementary school I attended with my friends. Instead ...

I see my 10-year-old self, clad in saddle oxford shoes, running around, playing hide-and-go-seek with my brothers and friends.

I see us riding our bikes to the nearby park and swinging on the swing set for hours

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