"They" say there is no such thing as the "perfect" childhood. "They" are wrong. I had one.
Being a child of the 50's meant long days doing whatever felt good at the time, following the road wherever it went...but always knowing that there were adults who took care of the stuff that allowed you to enjoy endless summer days, a Catholic school education, summer vacations on Cape Cod and the chaos and general hilarity that being one of seven family members called for.
It was on a street, (named after Thornton Wilder for goodness sake) where our family was reflected behind almost every door on the block...for a kid, a perfect mix of freedom and safety.
It all started there.