Walking east on Missouri

As a child, I walked down Missouri every day during the week on my way to elementary school. As an adult, I rarely walk that route any more, but when I do I am filled with so many memories. The apartments I spent so much time at with my friend. Apartments I wasn't allowed to go to, but yet I did. The corner house I saw moving when the 1987 earthquake hit as I walked to school. The brick wall that stood so high above me as a little girl and now is even with my height. Everything is so clear. When I do walk east on Missouri, I long for those days of my youth. The carefree days with my good friend. The days of calling up party lines and flirting with guys in their 20s (we were only 9, by the way), taking baths together (it's funny that we took turns getting undressed and made the other close her eyes and yet we were taking baths together), learning to shave even though there was no hair on our legs. Every time I walk down that street, I long for my childhood.