We lived kitty corner from the school. I remember the neighborhood as one of fun and friendly people. I remember the candy store, close enough so I could walk to it. I remember buying candy lipsticks. I remember singing in the alley/walkway between our apartment and the next and the great echo you could make. I remember trying to climb the wall of our building by gripping the bricks that stuck out. I remember the wonderful dollhouse in the kindergarten calssroom. And standing in line to go in. I remember my friends Albert and Maria Peruzzo, and Mary and Denny and Jerry Brock, and I wonder what happened to them and where they are today. I remember the sound of the desk lids closing and the ssmell of the halls. I remember that my parents always had lots of chuch meetings at our place, for CFM and other groups. I remember somehow being in our apartment looking out at the fire and not even knowing how I got home. And I remember the people coming in to wait for word about their kids. I remember a woman clasping my face and saying over and over 'do you know how lucky you are' and crying. Everyone cried. I remember so much and yet so little. And I still cry.
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