I began my life living in an
old house, with a tunnel attached to the
second floor as a fire escape, that was called
the town’s name plus ‘Memorial Hospital’,
two years after the war; … (the boomer war!)
SHE (my mother) had another one like me, in that old house,
before they built a new hospital that later, converted itself into the
school board administrative building where
we rode the elevator to the
second floor and back as many
times as we could.
It was great fun … thrilling, even though
it took practically five minutes to get
there and back.
We were in the rocket ship of our dreams.