Day 21. We live in the kind of place where kids knock on their neighbors' doors when they want to play. You're bored? Go ring a doorbell. Find someone to run around in the back with. Bring a ball. Or a Nerf gun. Go on, but be back for dinner! It's the kind of place where neighbors are actually friends. I have to be at work early on Thursday, can I drop him at your house before the school bus? Thanks, I owe you one. They move today. Not far, but not next door anymore either. She came over for breakfast while the movers began their work. The two of them looked through the books of photos from years past and pointed out all of the pictures the neighborhood kids were in. Remember that time we made a fort and ate dinner in it? Oh yeah! And that time we all jumped in the pool exactly at ten o'clock on opening day! New year's eve 2012, I forgot about that! Oh look how small the little ones were! The first day of school that year after the storm. And that snow day! These two. A little part of their collective childhood changes today. I'm so very grateful for those memories and for these images that keep them close, and for this practice of mine.