NEIGHBOR
The
combination of my introversion and the fact that we moved a lot might
explain why no faces/people pop immediately to mind upon hearing the
word “neighbor.” I know we lived in neighborhoods on a couple of
occasions... and even when we lived in rural areas, we weren't alone
out there. But the only neighborly memory that comes to mind is one
from Ft. Meade, FL. My sister and I, both in elementary school (1st and 3rd grades, I think), would
walk several blocks to and from school. On our way home one day, one
of us really needed to go to the bathroom, so we just knocked on
someone's door and asked if we could use theirs. A kind elderly woman
answered the door and welcomed us inside. We did what we had to do,
said goodbye, and then carried on with the rest of the walk.
Now
parent-me is horrified to remember this story! So many bad things
could have happened! But they didn't. And I kind of love that we
trusted the world enough that we were willing to knock on a
stranger's door to ask for what we needed. I want the world to be
that trustworthy. Note
to any young readers: please
do NOT go inside a stranger's house without a parent or other trusted
grown-up!
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