Thursday, October 23, 2008
this old house [part two]
Sara Drive, Torrance
I lived here during my 7th, 8th, and 9th grade years.
It was here that I first had my very own bedroom.
My best friend from church lived in a house with the exact same floor plan. We had the same bedroom in our respective homes.
We moved to this side of town because it was a nicer neighborhood and closer to our church.
Shortly after moving in, kids chemically burned a profane word into our lawn because they thought we kicked out the previous renters.
The previous renters was a family whose daughter was one of the "popular" girls. The other popular kids made it obvious that I was not welcome in their school.
Our pets (and I didn't have many growing up) were a dog named Patches and a rabbit named Thumper.
I took piano lessons and sang in the church's youth choir.
My parents started letting me stay up later than my sister and brother. I remember feeling very grown up while watching the eery show, Night Gallery. Other favorites from that time; The Carol Burnett Show, The Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, and Gilligan's Island.
I started my short lived babysitting career while living here. My favorite family was the one that lived across the street. They allowed me to play their albums and in doing so, I was introduced to and fell in loved with the Beatles.
I remember playing hide and seek late into the night with all the neighborhood kids. My favorite place to hide was that shelf under the window in the front of the house (left side of picture, actually the garage). The hedge was higher back then and one could lay down and be virtually invisible. No one ever discovered my secret hiding place.
We lived next to a sump and I loved exploring for and collecting frogs. There were a lot in the area.
We also lived right next to the high school. Actually, closer to the huge school's practice field. I would walk home from middle school or church through this field instead of going the long way via the street. One night I was walking home just after dark and was approached by a man who attempted to grab me. I screamed, he turned one way and ran and I turned the other way and ran all the way home. I never walked through the field again once it got dark.
This is where I lived when my parents decided to divorce.