I recently had the opportunity to scout my childhood home....which I haven't been to since 1976. It was very odd walking into a space that you had spent so much time in and had been away from for so long. The first thing that struck me was the smell...the pine trees, the cut grass, the shrubs, even the smell of the concrete seemed to stir memories that had been long ago over-laid by new ones; like picking up a carpet and shaking it out. Walking down the porch to the front door I was taken back to a game of skate/dodgeball played while skating down the porch. In my brilliance, I thought I would skate the length of the porch crouched down below the ornamental railing...it wasn't until I came to flat on my back that I remembered the brick wall at the end of the porch.