In 1975, my parents moved me from Baltimore City into rural/suburban Baltimore County to a town called Owings Mills. I was four years old and remember that we were so excited to move into our very first single-family home. It was awesome; we had a great yard, and I got to pick my own room. I chose the second biggest bedroom in the house (I think my mother had that one slated for her sewing room). Mommy and Daddy tried to convince me to take a smaller room, but I insisted on the one I originally chose—the big room with two windows! This room had one window that faced the driveway, so I was able to hear the cars as they drove past. (more…)