Return of Memoryfest - Day 17/31

[bironic]

I have read all of your lovely memories as well as your conversations about vision quality and blurry monitors -- thank you, again, for sharing and chatting and generally making life that much cheerier, informative and interesting. I hope no-one is put off when it takes me a while to reply.

And now I shall solicit more comments. More! More, I say!


17. Elementary School

I was staying over at my friend E's house, which was only a few miles from mine and in a similar neighborhood. Her family had a nice, country-style, two-story house, a little bigger than ours and with a bigger back yard. Her bedroom was on the second floor like mine. They hadn't turned on their air conditioners that cool summer night, and her windows were open. I remember lying on my back in the spare bed in the dark, listening to the strange sound of crickets chirping in a silence foreign to a child raised in a house with central air conditioning.


WTF

Comments

[elynittria.livejournal.com]

The country/city dichotomy in that story always seemed annoyingly exaggerated. Both types of places have their good points and bad points.

I guess the ideal solution would be to be rich enough to have a place in the city and one in the country (preferably in the middle of nowhere). I'd definitely go for that solution.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Or a friend or relative in the country to go visit when all the people and noise and bustle and cement get to you. :)