The world in the backyard

I grew up on Bringard street in Detroit.   It was in a cookie cutter bungalow lined in rows with other cookie cutter bungalows, all built in the 40's.  Each had a detached garage and that left a backyard about the size of the deck at the house I live in now.  

Even if 16248 Bringard didn't have the biggest backyard, I remember every spot in it, down to the finest detail.    From the sandbox to the electric pole next to it, to the space behind the detached garage that was an alley in the 1950's and a place to unsuccessfully grow tomatoes in the 1970's.

This comforts me when I look at our backyard now.    It's by no means the biggest or the best, but there is a lot of room for adventure.   There are more than enough nooks and crannies and places to cause trouble.