The Tiny Globes We All Carry

This is the street I grew up on, folded in on itself as if it were it's own, singular planet. Which, I suppose, it was for me. I haven't seen the actual house or block in a few years, though last weekend I was close. A block over, actually, and I tried to peer through the houses to spot my (old) backyard, but the angle was off.

I thought for sure I would grow up and move on and that planet (that block and neighborhood and suburb) would fade like a ketchup stain after a dozen washes. It hasn't happened entirely like that. You think the world is so big, when you're living on your small childhood planet. And it is. But sometimes it is so small, too small to really leave any part of it behind.

P.S. (Make your own planets.)

Comments

[Paul Lamb]

I'm hundreds of miles from the little world of my childhood, but only physically. In many ways, I still live in that world, and I certainly still mine story material from it, often probably in ways I don't even realize.

[Eileen Wiedbrauk]

This is the coolest post. Both the photo and the notion. Love it. :)