From the time I was about 4 until the middle of first grade, we lived in a small 1,000 square foot house on NW 30th street in Oklahoma City. My brother and I shared a room and had bunk beds. We didn’t have a lot of money, but I never felt like we were poor.

I remember a lot of things about that house. I remember when dad brought home the Atari 2600 and playing Asteroids. I remember the smell of yeast when mom would make her homemade bread. I remember learning to ride a bike out in the front yard. I remember spiders. Read More...