I often find myself remembering my childhood. It was such a simple time back then. When I was five years old, we lived on what I thought was a huge street. It was just two lanes, but it was black topped and seemed very, very wide.
There's two things I remember happening when I lived on that big, wide street. The first was that World War II ended. Germany had surrendered. Hearing the news, my mother screamed, picked up a big pan and big spoon and ran right outside, beating that pan in celebration.