Aspinwall

Growing up I lived at the top of a steep narrow winding hill in the Pittsburgh suburb of Aspinwall. My sister and I would race all the way down the street to the flat on our bikes- no hands, of course- blindly turning with our knees. It’s amazing we made it all the way down alive with the risks we took. Coming back up the hill I would take breaks to catch my breath. This was my view, my home.

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