Garret smiled, remembering how much fun he and his friends used to have on their old block. Hanging out on his stoop, ghetto blaster blaring. There was nothing better. The girls hung with them too, dancing together on the cracked pavement. Garret had never gotten up the courage to dance with them. Guys were “too cool” for that.
My parents were lucky to have lived in the same apartment for over seventy years. Me, too, because I returned to my childhood every time I visited them.
This line packs a ton of plot-progressing power: "Two careers and three kids later, he was glad he had."
My parents were lucky to have lived in the same apartment for over seventy years. Me, too, because I returned to my childhood every time I visited them.
My parents still live in the house I grew up in.