Pitkin Ave. was the mall of the day. Things my kids could never understand. Coney Island was a family place and the beaches were clean. The movie theaters were places of luxury and no one ever thought of defacing them. My Brooklyn changed very slightly but now the memories of the Brooklyn past is now gone.
Area are drug ridden and crime is the norm.
It hurts to go back to see the difference and see the places that kept such memories in your heart are now destroyed. So I try to remember more than what is and keep those memories alive. Telling stories handed down by grandparents and family. A tear comes to my eye when I think of the things we did and the friends I made. I lived there from 1962 until 1975.