Peripheral

Editor’s note: This piece was originally written by Mariah Hicks during the Spring 2019 semester. It can be read in its entirety here.

I still remember the address of this home that carried a significant part of my childhood experience. The house was located at the end of a cul-de-sac in the neighborhood of Deer Run, where the moist red dirt held the soles of my feet as I tangoed beneath the summer wind.