Thanks for your lyric.

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It is always so sad when places we loved as a youth go away. Because I am getting so much older, I have lost many of those places now. One of my earliest memories is of a favorite ice-cream parlor 6 blocks from my home (it was across the street from Mei-Jen’s condo in Salt Lake – so you will know the area). I was 6 years old at the time. My mother would give me 1.50 and allow me to walk down the street holding the hands of my little sister (age 3) and my little brother (age 2) so we could each buy a 50 cent cone. We would usually take our time coming back home. We would stop and play in the condo fountain, and gather up chestnuts that had fallen onto the sidewalk and try to crack them open. I believed that ice-cream was the best in the world, but perhaps I loved it even more because of what it represented; the fact that I was “grown up” and could be trusted as responsible and independent (all 6 years of age that I was!). I mentioned to my mother the other day how incredible and brave she was to let me go off like that all alone as young as I was, leading a 3 and 2 year old down the street! She admitted that she would always follow us at a distance without me ever knowing and hide behind the bushes to watch and make sure that we were safe!