As I looked through the window growing up.
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As I looked through the window,
He was down there looking up, my bro, waving. I missed him he missed me
As I looked through the window
I was six floors up in a hospital room looking down at him. They brought him to see me.
As I looked through the window
We rode in the shopping cart to parks, to the rich neighborhoods.
As I looked through the window
We would stop at the supermarket, and steal food for the trip.
As I looked through the window
We would find the boats others hide in Flushing Meadow Park.
As I looked through the window
Others would swim out there, get the boats, and disconnect them, and bring and hide them on the shore.
As I looked through the window
We would get the boats, push them to the water, and off we went, rowing for the day on the lake.
As I looked through the window
We would go to the park, with the groceries, and have a marsh mellow camp fire.
As I looked through the window
We would gather the leaves and wood and make the fires “Cunningham and Alley Pond Park”.
As I looked through the window
We would go to the rich neighborhoods and steal the bikes and big wheels, they just left them out on the lawn
The closed church would be out water hole. The always left the faucet with the handle.
As I looked through the window
It was my bud, we climbed roofs together, we were small enough to get into Hillcrest High School, and play golf, throw darts, use the ramps with our skate boards, play stick ball on the tennis court, and play our sit down version of handball.
As I looked through the window
There he was, we would use the shopping cart and travel more than an hour and a half from the house.
We would travel and come back about six at night.
The shopping cart was my legs. That allowed my cripple body to coast along the way.
As I looked through the window.
As I looked through the window
I was either sick or had surgery again, believe it was sickness. I spent the summers and holidays in the hospital most time.
As I looked through the window
They left us, the older ones, school and military and Cali. They did not think to go back to help the younger ones.
As I looked through the window.
Their flight was their opportunity, Our plight was to continue in poverty.
As I looked through the window
We were adventurous. We rode down suicide hill on the big wheels (164th Street), and, one time it broke at the end
As I looked through the window
I jumped off rocket ships, high ones in the play ground, became a bus driver when sneaking into buses in church lots
As I looked through the window.
We were the outdoors kids, indestructible.
As I looked through the window.
We even took the train to the beaches and was out there swimming, my mom no way wiser.
We were peepee-dicho and chachi-dicho.
I keep in contact with Kim and others from school. Knew Kim since elementary.
Our allowance was the stuff we stole. We stole model cars, toys, and things to eat.
We kept our room neat as possible. The frozen rooms we had, so cold in winter and hot in summer.
As I looked through the window
God kept us. God looked over us. A cripple kid and his brother out on a lake in a row boat, miles away from home, that was only God (Grand Central near Willow Lake). We crossed a six lane high way, with a shopping cart, that was God.
As I looked through the window
The tragedies other parents suffer, my mom did not, and we did things “most other kids could not”.
That is life through the window.