Recreating a memory is a fascinating thing to do. You know exactly how it feels but maybe not exactly how to reproduce it. I walked the top of that fence many times and still bear the scar of the stilts hitting me on the head. I know the gate and the sidewalk but I wonder, did the grass grow right up to the fence on all sides? was there a garden at the edge? could you see the empty lot through the boards? Coughlin and Snicklefritz are having a tea party- a bit worse for wear, they still exist 50 years later and were happy to be called into service again.
