Today, I reminisced over some of the good memories of my childhood...
I suppose, too, that my recent birthday has caused me to realize just how quickly time appears to pass.
I'm 54. Yet it seems as if it was only a few years ago, that I was perhaps ten or eleven years old, when my Dad and I would play catch with our baseball gloves and a "Clincher" brand softball across the street from where we lived on Stratford Avenue in the Bronx.
On sunny Sundays during the spring and summer months, the concrete school yard of Junior High School #123 was the place where my father and I would toss a ball back and forth for about thirty minutes or thereabouts. Sunday was special because it was his only day off from work. And while my Dad and I had our struggles getting along because I was oftentimes wild, moody and aloof, we did have good moments together. I will always cherish those good moments.
D.B.
I'm 54. Yet it seems as if it was only a few years ago, that I was perhaps ten or eleven years old, when my Dad and I would play catch with our baseball gloves and a "Clincher" brand softball across the street from where we lived on Stratford Avenue in the Bronx.
On sunny Sundays during the spring and summer months, the concrete school yard of Junior High School #123 was the place where my father and I would toss a ball back and forth for about thirty minutes or thereabouts. Sunday was special because it was his only day off from work. And while my Dad and I had our struggles getting along because I was oftentimes wild, moody and aloof, we did have good moments together. I will always cherish those good moments.
D.B.