ABSTRACT
After graduation from high school in Arizona, my mother took me back to the town. As we drove down the street I immediately recognized our old home. I ran to the door and knocked. The lady residing in the house was very accommodating and allowed me to enter my old stomping ground. Standing in the living room, I was shocked to discover how it had shrunk over the years! It only took a few steps to go into the kitchen. My recollection of the house differed markedly from reality.
