Dear Hillside Ave,
Remember that time I rode my bike up your hill and when I went into the house no one cared how out of breath I was? That was lame.
Remember when my sister, our friends and I rode our bikes down your hill and scared the piss out of ourselves? That was awesome.
Remember how I used to run back along you from the bus stop if I had gotten into a fight with my parents and I absolutely needed (needed!) to make it up with them before the school bus came in the morning?
I miss those days, miss you.
-e.