I was raised on a dead-end street with 11 homes in a growing suburban town west of Boston.
The largest house on the block was a comfortable 2,100 square feet. My gang of friends freely walked the sidewalks to school, played hopscotch, rode our bikes up and down our street, and felt wildly adventurous, making forts in the “woods” (our backyards) together.
I learned the meaning of community by attending town schools, participating in local sports, and watching my parents vote diligently at the town hall. We frequented the same bank, jewelry store, florist, hardware store, bakery, pharmacy, doctor, grocery store, farmers markets, and church…. To read the full blog, check it out on Elephant Journal at this link RIGHT HERE!