I had three names for my personal journals. Ramblings was one, Mad Mother From Brooklyn was the second and Hello Friend, the third.
I’d like to share a piece I wrote to myself in my third journal. I was pretending to write an imaginary audience. Yes, I have been practicing talking to an audience since I accepted my first Academy Award in second grade.
I’d love for you to play along with this one:
What I want to know is where you came from. So tell me … where was the street where you lived? Was it in an urban sprawl with kids happily running in and out of traffic or jumping over fire hydrants? Did you play Johnny on the Pony? Or was it one of the many suburbs of the urban sprawl?
Did you live in a back woods area in the mountains, or on a river bank, was it an isolated farm or a small town along the main highway? Did you and your friends sneak out and ride your bikes to a forbidden quarry or local lake to skinny dip? In rural Kansas or high in the mountains of Idaho or Montana; or on the banks of the great Mississippi!
I want to see and smell and feel how it was to grow up on the street where you lived. Think about your childhood and capture one moment … one moment when the curtain moved and you saw how great this crazy life can be!
Looking back to
Go forward with,
Click on the photographs for beautiful sights in Brooklyn's Sunset Park and the Sawtooth mountains of Idaho.