What I Learned From…a Sidewalk
Posted March 2, 2009on:
My sidewalk story involves a dime, a tennis ball, and Pop (my grandpa).
Pop moved in with my family when I was 10 years old. He was so much fun, and such a nice man–everyone called him “Pop.” One summer day we were just hanging around outside with nothing to do. Pop put a dime on the line in the sidewalk, and we stood facing each other on either side of the dime. According to Pop’s instructions, we took turns bouncing the tennis ball–like in four-square–and trying to hit the dime. Not an easy feat with a tennis ball! I don’t remember how/if we kept score or who won. But it was a fun way to pass a little time.
So that’s my sidewalk story. Really just a silly little childhood memory, but it is the first image that came to mind when asked “What did you learn from a sidewalk?” And what did I learn? Simple objects, simple times, and special people make for wonderful memories.
What have you learned from a sidewalk? Check out the learning of others over at Middle Zone Musings WILF…Sidewalk groupwrite.