Click on the image to enlarge.
Dominion Street Back Alley
Yes, the famous back alley where I first learned to run the streets—literally.
I would take off my shoes and walk or run up and down the back alley in my bare feet. I had this idea that tough soles gave you a tough persona and running on the rocks would achieve that goal. I only put my shoes back on when I climbed the fence in the back of our yard, hit my leg on a long, rusty nail and then had to jump back down in the alley with all the rocks.
My mom was pretty mad because I had to get a tetanus shot and we didn’t have a car to get to the doctor’s office.
I still have that scar on my left leg.