In 3rd grade, I lived on Englewood Drive, atop a hill that careened quite sharply downwards for many blocks. At the very bottom of that hill was a gated walkway sandwiched between houses, leading to the playground of my elementary school. Children of the neighborhood funneled out of their respective side streets onto Englewood Drive every morning, where they converged into friend lumps and...
The little girl atop englewood hill
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