A route I remember more than any other, is my walk from home, to my elementary school. Which is odd. I normally took the bus, and when I walked, would typically walk a different route. My most travelled route being through a residential area. It maybe that as I got older, and brave enough to walk on the busier street, I became more aware of the details of this route.
I see the route from as my doorstep.
I was shy as a kid. I tended to look at the ground when I walked. I was self-conscious of my shoes.
My route was quiet. It was rare that I would see anyone. As an only child, my perspective of the world was that as a individual, inspecting the world from the outside, looking in.
Then there was Stark St. A more serious street name there never was. 5 lanes wide, with a speed limit of 40mph. It was a thrill to cross. Marked crosswalks were 20 blocks apart. Frogger taught me everything I needed.
There were several small business along the street. Chiropractors, Lawyers, later to be replaced with gun shops and convenience stores.
There were a few undeveloped lots that I would skip through to save time.
If I was walking, it was because I missed the bus. When walking up to the school, it was always odd to see the grounds without other kids running around.