My Road, off Huntsville Rd., Dallas, PA

This is not actually a road, but a private driveway. When I was a kid we used to call it My Road. We liked to hang out there.
"Let's go to My Road."
"It's not your road, it's My Road"
It was all of our road. It was private and no one bothered us there. We would sit there for hours talking about boys and school and life. We smoked our first cigarettes there and would hide the packs in the wall. We hid lots of stuff in the wall. I often wonder if we left anything there.

Thanks to surveillance cameras, I'm to afraid to go back to check. Maybe someday another group of brave kids will claim the road as their own and find a hidden treasure left behind. Let's hope it's not the butts!  ¶ 8:46 AM