I grew up for the first 10-11 years of my life in an old downtown neighborhood on the side of a hill, full of houses mostly 100+ years old. The first house I lived in for that first decade was around 102 years old. It had tall ceilings, beautiful old wallpapers and a hardwood floor. It was classically-built and the rooms were large, but there were few rooms. Our yard was small. There was a considerably-sized sidewalk and many great old maples and magnolias along the road. There were no other kids my age for blocks around, as I remember. No children at all. I was well-acquainted with some of the elder people on the street though.
Down the hill was the downtown park, which had a wonderful black iron fountain. That fountain remains my favorite aspect that whole city. It was such a lush environment.
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:36 am (UTC)Down the hill was the downtown park, which had a wonderful black iron fountain. That fountain remains my favorite aspect that whole city. It was such a lush environment.
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-01 12:08 pm (UTC)