This is my childhood home. My brother, Larry and I use to pretend the railings were horses. We always wanted the shorter one because it was sturdier. One time Larry ended up with two black eyes when I got overzealous and pushed him off my 'horse'. Bad me. Sorry, Lar. I have tons of happy memories at 2416 N 22nd St.
The neighborhood has changed and my house seems so much smaller than when I was a child.
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