Monday, October 15, 2007
Now some may call me sentimental for writing this blogg, but I can remember when my family moved across town. I was 8 and it seemed to me my world had fallen apart. I remember going over to our house and sitting on the front porch and crying…for a about a week. Such a tragedy, but I feel for that 8 year old Moana Street was his world. I would come and play every day for years as most of my friends lived there. As I grew I never was able to cut the ties that ran so deep. Still today my dearest friends come from that time and that street. When I came back from England when I was 18 I sat at the top of the street for hours looking down it remembering all those childhood memories. Each time I come back to Laie I take a moment to walk down the street smiling as I pass place that memories are still so vivid. Only those who grew up there can fully understand what I am talking about. I guess that’s why I figured this blogg would be a great place to share stories and thoughts about those times. I often wonder if the magic of the street carried over through the years for the other kids, if Zorro lived on, if the Turkey bowl and go water still were favorite pass times and if the drain still held the secrets of late night conversations? I remember a few years ago Quinn Curran and I were reminiscing and the subject of his banyan tree came up… How the heck did nobody get seriously injured, Eric Fason fell right down on a root…ouch. Anyway for those of you who understand I hope you join in and share the memories of the place I will forever consider home. Moana Street.