Living in Brookside Park was very special. There was beauty everywhere and I learned to admire all of it. My Mother woke us in the middle of the night one night because it was snowing in Los Angeles. The next morning we were out making snowballs and snow angels. On the Fourth of July we climbed to the roof of our apartment and watched the fireworks from the Rose Bowl. I would go on the Red Car with different relatives, sometimes to the Long Beach Pike, sometimes to Clifton's in Los Angeles. I was in school and making friends. I received my first kiss when a little black boy chased little anglo me around the school until he got the kiss he was after.
My Mother married again not long after we moved to Brookside Park. My new stepfather, Bob, was a treasure. I had won the lottery in the Father department.