Rewriting

Academic: 

40 years have past and I can still remember that night in brooklyn, there was a party. I can remember graphic bits and pieces like a knife hanging from a hanging arm at my eye level and running with my mom and dad.  I was only three years old but still that picture is in my mind. 

I remember random images like being seated behind a pegboard desk in the middle of a furnitureles living room at 41 Bartlett Street either in Brooklyn. I remember being nearby Mrs. Ashell and watching my dad walk in with a roll of linoleum. But I don't know why I remember this of all memories. maybe as a three year old I had a sense of affluence being a step up from the storefront flat. 


I remember always having to make the walk from Bartlett to John Lee's hand laundry all alone. Maybe I was 4 From Bartlett to somewhere near the Myrtle Avenue el I was always the shortest person on the street corners. I was the only one waiting for lights to turn green, I don't even remember anyone asking where my mommy was.