a big part of my memory of our childhood is our neighborhood. there's a way that we lived outside. we knew so much about everything in a 10 block or so radius. what grew where and when, the animals, the shops, the stories we made up or observed about our neighbors. the haunted house, especially creepy when we were nearing halloween and whose only real terror was that the house was a little decrepit and an old lady lived there. the barber next door. the orchard at... what was that school we caught the bus at? not laurelhurst but the small one by the brown house? it's on the tip of my memory.

i'd like to walk around and take pictures of those old pathways. i bet it'll seem much smaller now...