I lived in this house from ages four to fourteen. My parents didn’t believe children should start any formal education before 7, so I had 3 years to roam and run wild – those were some of the best times…
I remember there was a big mango tree in our yard (on the right side of the picture)… I spent hours in that tree – picking mangos, eating mangos, daydreaming, eating mangos… lol I left the 2 coconut trees in the back alone, they were too difficult to climb and eating coconuts requires a certain proficiency with sharp objects that I did not possess.
I did however possess the ability to befriend the stray dogs and cats in area, finagle free roti and other foods from our East Indian neighbor (and old ladies at church), pet one the cows that grazed in a nearby field, and once get the neighborhood boy to grind his hips against mine in the old car that was stationed in their yard (I never figured out how to get him to do it again though).
That balcony (or veranda as they called it in Guyana) is where I gave my first concerts – I sang for hours and hours to imaginary audiences… (the neighbors started calling me Johnny Mathis). As I got older, I remember just sitting on edge of that veranda enjoying the breeze that came from the sea… feeling dangerous and safe all that same time.