From about the time I was in preschool through third grade my family lived in Fort Collins, Colorado. Since our route though Colorado towards Mount Rushmore went right through Ft Collins, I wanted to show the girls where I lived during these young years.
First we drove past the church where I went to preschool. Then we went by my old elementary school. The building looked so small! The building looked exactly as I remembered it, except that what used to be seem large is now obviously designed for very small people. We drove past the swimming pool I would play in during the summer, the SCCA, a place I had totally forgotten about.
We drove the route I used to walk to and from school and the distance was a lot shorter than I remember. But the neighborhood didn’t seem to have changed at all. I showed Jessie and Sarah Michael where my friend Kyle lived, and where the neighbor Lola lived.
Then we got to our old house at 205 Darmouth Trail. The house is just as I remember, though I’m sure the shutters are a different color, and the trees are now much larger.
Less than a block away from our old house was the park where I would play as a boy. I showed SM the lake I used to fish in, the creek I used to pull crawdads from, I even remembered one of the trees that stood beside the creek. I walked up the hill I used to sled down and took in the view, the park is so beautiful. Sarah Michael played on the playground, and she and I went on the swings together. It was a lot of fun.
We were so lucky to live in such a cute little neighborhood with a wonderful park practically across the street.
