The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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	I interviewed my mom, Lisa Buonasera in her bedroom. She was very nostalgic about her childhood but did not have super vivid memories of kids she hung out with or specific names.

It was a hot summer day in Brooklyn when Lisa wanted to go outside and play. Vida, her mother, told her to keep an eye on her brothers and sisters while she was out playing. Why her mother couldn’t watch everyone, Lisa wondered but did not ask. Instead she yelled, “Johanna, Tommy, Mikey, Louis, James, Johnathan, get down here!” The rumble of 6 pairs of feet were the only thing that could be heard for the next 15 seconds as everyone bustled down from the upstairs room. As they made their way out their apartment door, they passed by the other 4 families living above the Dunkin Donuts on Avenue X and Nostrand.

The street layout before Lisa and her 6 siblings like their own personal carnival.  They had 4 square, hopscotch, jump rope, and the block favorite for all the children, a fire hydrant. Someone had put a “johnny cap” on it, so it was just a high powered sprinkler at this point. But is was a sort of oasis in the middle of the burning asphalt they considered home. They sprinted to the hydrant, not a worry in the world, just enjoying the summer days.

They splashed around in the water, filling up a bunch of tiny water guns in the meanwhile. Suddenly it wasn’t just the Buonasera’s having fun at the hydrant, it was what seemed to be the whole neighbourhood. Lisa primarily stayed towards the edge of the fun, keeping a close eye on her siblings. Even at a young age, that motherly instinct was keen with Lisa. It was more important that her siblings were safe and having fun than herself.

A Summer Day

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