ProofOfMyExistence OutsideSomeplace
1980-1981
MamaSkinner died whil i lived here.
We drove back to indianapolis for her funeral.
I had the most perfect moment of my youth here. Driving a bicycle down a hill in early spring. watching the snow melt and the water run downhill. The air was cold but warmed by the sun, all the ice melting and shimmering in sunlight.
Also the leaves falling from the tall, tall trees which lined the street at the end of the hill we lived on.