{"id":17813,"date":"2022-03-17T09:29:35","date_gmt":"2022-03-17T13:29:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/carleton.ca\/lifelong\/?p=17813"},"modified":"2024-08-27T16:57:59","modified_gmt":"2024-08-27T20:57:59","slug":"the-end-of-the-street","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/carleton.ca\/lifelong\/2022\/the-end-of-the-street\/","title":{"rendered":"The End of the Street"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<section class=\"w-screen px-6 cu-section cu-section--white ml-offset-center md:px-8 lg:px-14\">\n    <div class=\"space-y-6 cu-max-w-child-5xl  md:space-y-10 cu-prose-first-last\">\n\n            <div class=\"cu-textmedia flex flex-col lg:flex-row mx-auto gap-6 md:gap-10 my-6 md:my-12 first:mt-0 max-w-5xl\">\n        <div class=\"justify-start cu-textmedia-content cu-prose-first-last\" style=\"flex: 0 0 100%;\">\n            <header class=\"font-light prose-xl cu-pageheader md:prose-2xl cu-component-updated cu-prose-first-last\">\n                                    <h1 class=\"cu-prose-first-last font-semibold !mt-2 mb-4 md:mb-6 relative after:absolute after:h-px after:bottom-0 after:bg-cu-red after:left-px text-3xl md:text-4xl lg:text-5xl lg:leading-[3.5rem] pb-5 after:w-10 text-cu-black-700 not-prose\">\n                        The End of the Street\n                    <\/h1>\n                \n                                \n                            <\/header>\n\n                    <\/div>\n\n            <\/div>\n\n    <\/div>\n<\/section>\n\n<p>Down at the End of the Street<br>\nMarch 15\/2022<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>For many reasons, my adventures at \u201cthe end of the street\u201d remain among my most favourite when I was growing up. We lived in a fairly new housing development in North London, \u201cThe Forest City\u201d. Care was made by city planners to plant maple trees along the boulevard on each side of the street as houses were being developed, but the street \u201cSherwood Ave\u201d did end about two blocks from where I lived at the time. Age 7-ish.<br>\nI had a group of about six friends, but my best friend lived across the street and we both had the same sense of adventure and love of outdoors. A day&#8217;s worth of activity at the end of the street was probably our favourite. In the early 1950\u2019s parental supervision wasn\u2019t nearly what it is today, which gave us great freedom to explore and do what we wanted. We were both cubs, knew how to light a fire and use a knife. We both had one, which were among our prized possessions.<br>\nAfter breakfast, with a canvas pack on our backs, we\u2019d march proudly down the street until we had arrived at the end&#8230; True wilderness in our minds.<br>\nThis is where our imaginations went into overdrive. We\u2019d build forts, both land and tree, make rafts to traverse a swamp, became Indians, Pirates or Soldiers, depending on the circumstances. We\u2019d usually come home dirty, exhausted, but very cheerful and happy.<br>\nOn one of our excursions, we discovered \u201cthe dump\u201d which yielded an infinite number of treasures for two 7 year olds. We would usually bring home the best stuff to show our dads. I distinctly remember a plastic blow water float toy with \u201cjust a tiny leak\u201d. I was thrilled. We would bring our treasures to which ever father would be outside on our return. He would dutifully examine our hoard, exclaim how great it was, and bring it across the street to show the other dad.<br>\nWe really never did get the message.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Down at the End of the Street March 15\/2022 For many reasons, my adventures at \u201cthe end of the street\u201d remain among my most favourite when I was growing up. We lived in a fairly new housing development in North London, \u201cThe Forest City\u201d. 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