Where did you live when you were 12 years old? Which town, city, and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home? An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?
When I was twelve. That was 1967 and Dad had recently retired from the air force. We were living in Temple, Texas. We? That was Mom, Dad, myself and two sisters.My older brother lived in Temple also.
After my birthday that year, we all moved into a brand new brick home in a new neighborhood. It was a nice house. It had a big front yard and backyard, lots of room to play. It wasn’t the back yard we all congregated to though. Everyone seemed to prefer the big front porch, because that was where the outdoor chairs were. There were only three bedrooms. I shared with my younger sister and the older one had her own room. It had been that way before Dad retired and remained that way. We all attended new schools and met new people.
It was a retirement town. Dad wanted us there because that was where his folks were. I don’t blame him, though I never really liked Temple. A rail town, not dirty, and quiet. Not much happened there and not much to do. There was a library. That was one of my favorite places to go, although when I was twelve I rarely went alone.
Mom secured work as a beauty operator. Dad got work first as a delivery man and then as a postal clerk. That was good work. We always had food on the table and the house payment made.
That year, Mom met new people also. A woman referred her to an eye specialist who was properly able to diagnose my eye problem. I had a congenital condition that manifested itself mainly in old folks. Cataracts. The main thing that bothered me that year was all the prodding done on my face, or rather eyes. I began to hate drops really horridly.