All humans were at some point, or still are, children. What we remember from childhood shapes who we are and our view of the world. Baristanet contributor Arthur Kobin takes a local look at people through the lens of childhood.
“My fondest childhood memory… I guess … flying kites with my father when I was about … I must been about four years old. Cuz I’m from Guyana, British Guiana. And going out with him and flying the kites … on the beach. That’s my fondest childhood memory, bro.”
(Montclair, Outside of Starbucks on Park Street.)
Photo: Arthur Kobin
I’m jealous . . . my childhood was consistent failure in getting kites off the ground. . . . . just didn’t have the touch . . . .
Can’t wait to meander down to Brookdale Park in the not too distant future and watch all those young families with their children in tow as they excitedly go fly …..drones.