little house I used to live in

It was only a couple minutes off the highway, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt my progress across the country to stop in Hammond, LA. When I was but a very young boy, Dad got a teaching job at Southeastern Louisiana University. We lived in a small condo complex near campus (the Lafitte Townhouses, I believe)

I was only three years old at the time, so my memories of the place are abstract and fleeting. I remember having a big red whiffle ball bat and hitting a ball across the parking lot. I remember playing on a wood pile in the back yard and upsetting a hive of hornets. I remember racing crawfish across the kitchen floor until they suffocated. And I remember having a fire-safety-themed birthday party in the pool area, complete with a visit from Pluggy the fire hydrant. (Huh?)

Anyway, I only remember using the pool when accompanied by my parents. And they certainly weren’t teenagers at the time…

(The title, by the way, is a reference to a Frank Zappa song.)

Old comments:

Dad @ 2011-02-15 04:27:37
We used to sit around the pool with our friends. Periodically, I'd have to lean over and fish you out.

Andre @ 2011-02-15 06:38:25
Maybe that's why they require teen supervision now instead of half-assed parent supervision.

little house I used to live in