I have this vivid memory of sitting on the steps of this boarding house, where we stayed summers when i was a kid, and looking down into the living room. The grownups were having a party and they'd sent us kids up to bed. I can picture myself sitting on the very top of the steps before the spindles started and trying to peek down through them and Ida ( the owner of the boarding house) saying "she's still up?" to my mother and my mother coming up to tell me to go to bed.
Was it that i feel left out or just curious about the adults ?
What's a childhood memory of yours?
