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I was young here, pretty young. This was in the backyard
of our place on East 45th St. It wasn't much of a backyard, but to us it was a
fine location to play in, particularly in the summer after a heavy New York City
rain when we could funnel water into little canals in the dirt. There was entry to the "cellar" nearby, and
the garage shows in the background -- both places were
frightening to me, and seldom willingly entered.
I moved up from the tricycle to the "two-wheeler" at a fairly early age, as I recall. After a few brief trials I was ready for the real thing -- I would have
little to do with the training-wheels that my parents
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our "stoop" in the front of
the the house.... Slightly later in life, perhaps? |
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