Looking back at my childhood "town," which is still around the place I currently reside, I have great memories of love and fellowship. It was more of a close family circle surrounded by a hustling city. A calm, loving clan of godly mentors within the outskirts of another neighborhood lay within the city lights. There was one particular loop with families and youngsters galore, my best friends among them, that would be within the reach of a couple squares of sidewalk. I could walk to their house and ring the doorbell, finding them any time of day or night. We would joyfully take walks to the park together, play softball on warm summer nights and catch fireflies within the dusk. My friends would knock on my door, watch for the mail on my porch and make secret codes with each other. Our favorite haunt was the cove found betwixt my backyard: an abandoned lot with trees where we made a secret fort out of many curved branches. We could see each other's windows from our houses across the street and made a flickering light morse code type of pattern, while talking on our parent's home phones. It was a God-loving community - and still is- of uplifting friendships and exciting city times. My fondest memories of my childhood are amongst the city sidewalks and within the rustling leaves of the park.
In my high school days, I would wake up and knock on the door of my friend, and my neighbor of two houses away, and would walk to band together in the wee hours of the morning. On Fourth of July, we would play on the trampoline and make videos in my backyard. A magical Christmas morning would come and we would excitedly run to each other's houses to see what we got. The GBS chapel, the cafeteria, the annual Easter egg hunt, the various backyards of my friends and especially the cherished summer parking lot are so special in my childhood, and in my life. Now as I even go to college here it has been a place of such spiritual growth and fellowship. I will always have a soft place in my heart for my favorite, GBS campus, and it is my dearest, most treasured spot in the world.
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about the authorAs a 21 year old aspiring teacher, Karissa loves to write, travel, play piano, and read. Many creative things have her heart. archives
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