tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708663037943141975.post9192916163391597508..comments2023-10-18T03:03:10.319-05:00Comments on thinking inside the box: remembering…..Tom Erdmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10235203386345137695noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708663037943141975.post-80552247348504945292011-03-07T15:52:51.159-06:002011-03-07T15:52:51.159-06:00The neighborhood I grew up in was a lot like the o...The neighborhood I grew up in was a lot like the one from The Wonder Years. Last year an immigrant college graduate student was shot in his driveway, his father inside thinking he had heard firecrackers. His brother found him dead around 7pm. Another student, just days away from his high school graduation, was shot in front of the restaurant my Mom used to take us to lunch on our birthdays. You can't go home again, isn't that what they say? <br /><br />A lot of this gets blamed on race. I blame racism. If the folks in my town hadn't moved at the first sight of our first African American neighbor, it would still be a great neighborhood. Ironically, many in that childhood neighborhood came from a neighborhood in the city that they fled as well. <br /><br />Yeah, it's not pretty when I go home either, but my memories remain intact.Sheilahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05038366216493893403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3708663037943141975.post-12688313276241991402011-03-05T09:34:31.795-06:002011-03-05T09:34:31.795-06:00I'm so sorry. There's little that's mo...I'm so sorry. There's little that's more sad than revisiting part of your past and having it be nothing like you remember. But the good memories remain. They haven't been permanently overwritten.<br /><br />I've been by my childhood home once since we moved, when I was 18. The tree I planted (a maple, grown from helicopter seed) was still in the backyard. I hope it's still there.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06629186602501399976noreply@blogger.com