Most of all I miss my private place where you had to crawl the length of the tunnel I’d burrowed through the brush and then climb up the tree at the center. From my perch on one of the higher branches, I had a view of the whole neighborhood. I ate sunflower seeds , planned how I was going to run away from home, and I made up stories, and sometimes I eavesdropped on the other kids, not that they had anything very interesting to say. – Now, I only have my own private room stocked with a big desk, a computer, and all its accoutrements.
also: Drive-in restaurants, soda fountains, cozy family owned eateries where you got wonderful home-style dinners for cheap.
my brother, lost friends.
running up and down the creek with the other kids.
sling-shots, peashooters, hide-and-seek.
trips to Yosemite with my family and a friend.
having nothing to be afraid of except my mother. It was safe to wander the beaches, night or day, safe to walk the mile home from the theater, even in the dark, safe to leave your car and your front door unlocked.