blue sky’s and a light breeze… perfect.
six years old, i became a latch key kid, and a kid of divorced parents, or was it seven? waking up early to a empty house, and strange noises. a bowl of cereal and cartoons. in the summertime, i’d walk over to the community pool. you had to jump a fence, run through a couple of back yards, and through a hallway of trees and bushes, the smell of chlorine and honeysuckle still...