This is my brother's elementary school. I would have gone here if I hadn't moved the summer before 1st grade.
This is the ice rink where I learned how to ice skate. It's right next to the school.
The short balance beam in the center of this playground is where my brother broke his arm. He was 9 or 10 and I was 4 or 5. I still remember it clearly. He ended up running away from the hospital in his gown and everything because he hated it so bad.
This is the driveway our apartment balcony overlooked.
And this is our apartment balcony. Second from the bottom.
I used to play here all summer long.
I remember skinning my knee real bad falling off my bike right next to this slide.
It's all seems so distant. There are a million memories between now and then but I still remember so much detail. The wierdest part is walking around and remembering the feelings I had. Not the physical ones but my emotions. Recalling those feelings helped me realize why I am the way I am today. The last 13 years of my life influenced me but I think my strongest emotions have been with me since day one. One can change their behavior but perspective remains the same. It's funny how much a little courtyard can define me 13 years later.