Lehigh Street

The last time we were home for Easter, I drove by the apartment where I grew up, on Lehigh Street. We lived there for 12 years, in a two bedroom apartment with the washer and dryer right there in the living room. I didn’t go back for many years and since I don’t have any pictures, it’s sensory overload to return.

So much gets packed into the first 10 years of your life. Going back is like sticking my hand inside a grab-bag for memories, treasures.

Last year, I got this photo of what used to be a sandbox, at the edge of the parking lot. It’s now a dumping ground for lopped off tree limbs and other debris.

Remains of the sandbox, Lehigh Street

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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