When I was a kid, with my parents driving home
when we turned onto our street
I'd close my eyes and imagine which part of the road we were on
then I'd look to see.
I knew the feel of that drive so well
I was always right.
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I remember playing that game too....Thanks for reminding me.
ReplyDeleteI love this! I remember doing the same thing and when we moved back to our home town after a short time in Alaska, I still remember the smell of my Grandma's street and the special feeling of being home.
ReplyDeleteYour entries to this blog are way too creative!
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