A Mapley Street

by Jen on March 23, 2007

in Soundtrack of My Life

The other day the opening lines of “Talk of the Town” were running through my head:

We grew up not far from here
An oaky street, the country air
Porch lights, breezy nights
Dreamin’ dreams of that girl so right

The lyrics are so evocative of my own childhood except for the fact that my street was lined with maple trees instead of oaks (and for the part about dreaming of the perfect girl). The images and memories conjured by this song always makes me think of summertime sleepovers, bikes with banana seats, and running around after dark in a safe neighborhood where I knew everybody.

Things have changed. The maple trees that once lined the streets of the neighborhood where I grew up have succumed to their 80-year lifespan. They’re all gone now. The first few fell down on their own and the rest were subsequently removed, lest they fall too and crush someone. But more than that has changed in the years since I grew up. No parent I know today would allow their child or pre-teen to roam their neighborhood after dark at will, unchecked. It’s not that the world is a scarier place than it was back then, it’s that we are unhappily more aware that it can be scary (thank you, media fear-mongers).

I don’t know what my point is. Maybe just that I miss the ignorant security of my childhood. Or my sweet green bike with the banana seat, the white wicker basket and the tassels on the handlebars.

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