I have been driving around my old haunts. It's hard to believe that it has been over 30 years since I have lived in San Marcos, Texas.
The home I celebrated my 5th birthday at is no longer standing. It was up a hill along the access road between Route 80 and Aquarena Springs.
The library where I sought refuge in during those hot Texas summers is now a church.
Goodnight Junior High (or middle school, I'm not sure what it was called then) is now an elementary school. San Marcos High, where I attended, is now Goodnight.
The lot on Love Street where I almost died in a house fire is still there. There's the curb cut where I sat waiting for the ambulance. I sat on it again - a 49-year-old man sitting on the exact spot I occupied as a teenager on a day I will never forget.
Still much more to look for as I work on my book. Being back here has brought back so many memories. If you want to energize your writing, I suggest re-visiting your old haunts.
Now, I have to dedicate a day to tubing (or is it toobing?) down the San Marcos River. Let's see what that does for my memory.
