A while ago, our family went into the city. We happened to be driving through are old hood and the following conversation ensued.
Richard-"Boys look! That's were daddy used to play flag football...every weekend!"
Boys -"Wow, right there? That's cool!"
Richard-"Yeah, right there's where I held Mommy's hand for the first time..."
Me-"Right there, next to the table with the homeless man on it."
Not even kidding. I love memory lane. In fact, you can hear my version of the first time we held hands here (it just so happens that it was 11 years ago today)!