I Remember – #902

I remember a childhood friend, Peter, and visiting his house in Tinana during my early high school years when we had somewhat drifted apart.  I thought his home was very sophisticated because they had put in a path from the mailbox to the front door, and broken it up with a small bridge (all of three steps) over an artificial pool.  The absolute height of elegance, as far as I was concerned.

-11 March 2017

This post is part of the I Remember series.

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