Sherry manages a hotel in the Tampa area and spent some of her formative years in Lakeland. Recently she took a short trip back here and a long trip down a memory lane full of cinder block shelters, stately homes, and dark shadows.
It was a transitional time in my childhood. This is where I first realized that there wasn’t actually a Santa Claus, that was war wasn’t something that happened to other people way off in a far away land, that parental punishment could be downright brutal and that the “God Fearing” old man who lived across the alley seemed to like little girls a bit too much. To this day I don’t like being kissed by men with day old beards. — Childhood Lost