Just A Sidewalk?

Are You Kidding? Think About It. Just My Sidewalk Alone Holds Alot Of Memories.
My Sidewalk Took Me To School Each Day. I First Learned To Ride My Bike There.
That's The Place I Vowed Never To Step On A Crack For Fear In Breaking My Mothers Back!
I Can Remember Old Mr Roth Who Lived Next Door. He Hated The Grass In The Cracks Of The Sidewalk. He Would Pour Gasoline Where The Grass Was Growing And Ignite It And Let It Burn.
I Guess Maybe He Was Too Poor To Buy Grass & Weed Killer. He Would Be Out There Burning The Grass In His Cracks About Every Other Month Or So.
Over The Past 35 Years Or More I Shoveled Several Feet Of Snow From That Sidewalk.
Don't Tell Any Of The Guys But When Things Were Really Boring And I Couldn't Get Up A Game With The Neighbor Kids I Would Hop Scotch On My Sisters Chalked Squares.
A Lemonade/Koolaid Stand Once Stood In Front Of 713 On A Hot Summer Day.
It's Hard To Tell How Many Famous Footsteps Walked Accross That Slab Of Concrete Over The Years.
If Your Sidewalk Could Talk What Would It Have To Say?