|Mom, Cheryl and I in the back yard on Capen St.|
((This was first posted back in May of 2007. But I'm reprinting it now
because it fits into the timeline of the Memories series I'm writing now for the
Family History Writing Challenge.))
my posts about our family trips up home she asked me if I
was going to post something about it.
apartment in Dorchester and kids in the neighborhood noticied
outside our house in Malden. I was in no hurry to have something
like that happen to me.
Ok, I was a chicken.
Dad was of course was working so it was Mom who ran me up and down
the street trying to get me to keep my balance while the other kids
watched and called out advice or laughed. Finally I just wouldn’t
I should have known better.
A few weeks later we went uphome for vacation with the bike
Mom would start me off at the top of the driveway and push the
Mom was a tough cookie. She had to be, growing up when she did