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Growing Up in Sharon Hill, PA

Originally Posted, October 2,2009 On My Old Blog:

I for some reason wanted to write about my past, in the good times, my old town. And What we did. I used to live on High Street in Sharon Hill, PA and I remember when we used to ride our bikes. It was the thing we did when we were 13 and 14 and it was a quick way to get from high to Florence streets. let me tell you about the area, we lived on a dead end street and at the end of our street were railroad tracks for a frieght train and our street had two alley ways that when you got to the dead end could either turn right or left into and the street next to it was called Forster Ave. It too was a dead end, but it was quite wider then the other ours and the other streets. The third dead end street was called franics avenue. And it shared it’s alley with the forth street which was Florence avenue now, these last two streets were higher in elevation I dunno why this was but whatever, and at the top of the streets we had Chester pike okay now I remember we used to race around, we used to often go up the sidewalk of Chester pike and raced down Florence, and since the last street was higher we would go down the hill to a path that ran along side the railroad tracks, racing, toward high street on this path. now that I think of it, it was quite dangerous cause this hill was less then 20feet from a CSX rail track, but if we wanted we could go to thru the alley into a safer path that cut into Forster and highs alleys but I remember that we used to get problems from these jerks at the end of foster for a year or to, and if I remember right they did attack us several times. But we survied. (we weren’t idiots and used some safety while using these paths) and the train came a dozen or so times a day and most always used a horn, and we only went back to high street on the railroad path but i remember we had so many paths hidden and public on this 4 block area, most of everyone knew of and we had so many forts. we had a fort that SEPTA Didnt like, cause in part they owned most of the land, that this fort sat on. And the SEPTA trolley used to come by every 30 minutes and at first we’d hide from this trolley that ran parell to high street but eventualy we just stopped hiding the fact that our fort was on their property. I remember also that we at an auto machanic that was in business at the corner of our street, they were very friendly to us. I remember there were yeas few years that we got 2feet of snow at once and he had a snow plow so he’d plow his lot and in to a big pile, now let’s put it this way, there was a time where the pile covered the street sign almost entirely. When the snow was this high we made a huge snow fort and it didn’t comepletly melt for weeks. I miss that. This is a story of growing up. Everyone has those stories, and every one has these stupid memorys of what they’d do to pass the time and if your on my old street look for my nails and failed attempts at tree forts in the tree that sits in the back lot of the auto manic at the corner of high street. As of 2007 they were still there. Growing up I never thought those would be memories that have any meaning, back then the neighbor hood was a fairly decent one, now Its not so good. Sadly.