For me, it was my childhood. I grew up in an affluent suburb of NYC, early 1970’s. We had a great apartment in a wonderful building. It was a beautiful town. I’d walk with my mom to the village – this was when there was a stationery store, pharmacy, lunch counter, bakery, book store, toy store, etc. We’d go to the village and walk around, check out the stores, maybe walk to the park. The park had a lake so we’d walk around the lake and feed the geese. My mom would sit on the bench and I’d feed the geese, or we’d take our shoes off and put our feet in the water. The walking path had little foot bridges over parts of the lake so we’d stand there and look for fish or frogs. When I wasn’t with my mom, I could walk to my friend’s house and we’d walk around, or I had another friend upstairs in the building and we’d go to the school yard and play. During this time, kids could walk around without the parents getting arrested. My grandparents lived about 20 minutes away and they had an old Victorian house on the Hudson River. That was another wonderful house and I spent a lot of time with them. I could go on and on about that, too. I wouldn’t change a thing about my early childhood.