We were living in Portland, OR and I remember my mom dressing up in her high heels and driving us to daycare/school before she went to work for some mini-blinds place.  I remember walking behind her in the parking lot of our apartment, on our way to the car, and hearing the click-click of her heels on the pavement.   I still think of her whenever I hear that click-click.  I remember the way the freeways criss-crossed each other while driving through Portland.  I remember the blackberry bushes that grew along the fence behind our apartments, and I remember watching Punky Brewster on Saturday mornings.


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