Valencia Paseo

The last time I was here I was 8 years old. I remember the Paseo at the end of our court as an endless, tree covered paradise for riding my banana seat bike and a long walk to the community pool. I visited one day as a pit stop on my way up North to San Francisco. I went for a run on the Paseo. It was surprisingly short. Not at all the endless path I remember from childhood. And I met the man who now lives in my old house. He bought the house from my parents. This is a photo of us in front of my childhood home. Awesome trip down memory lane and forutnate meeting.