So I present pieces of my memory: Tyee Apts (the name has changed since then) it was the second place we lived up there, and where I spent most of my youth with my family of 6.
Baxter Elementary- the place I did my learning early on.
Carrie’s house!
Boniface Center… my brother tricked me into shop lifting and I was banned until I was 18 (long story, I was only 5). Being forbidden to go there made it difficult come Jr High when our bus stop was waiting inside the mall (each mall had an indoor foyer due to the climate- they’d keep it open for us kids early in the morning… it was cool because they had candy machines in the same area… so with a quarter to use as a screw driver, it was Runts galore!.
Then there is Wendler my Jr. High School. FFW to my adult years and I found McDonalds where I was a swing manager, the apartment my old boyfriend and I lived in and managed… and built a race at… and then on a darker note there’s the empty lot that used to be a gas station. When I was homeless I’d bathe in the sink and also wash my work clothes in there.
The lighter side of life: The library the kids and I would walk to almost daily and the park (no street view) where I took the kids to feed the geese. Last but not lease, of course a google area map of my home town 
OOOH and finally… the reason I will not take public transportation: I moved back to AK after high school (after being on a hiatus for a few years) things felt different not having my folks as the navigation pilots in that big land… sooooooooooo the first summer there, rather than walking, I decided to take the bus to approx. a mile from where I was staying… well… come to find out, if you miss ONE stop in AK, you can wind up 40 miles past your destination… SO (I think that’s the place in the pic), the kids and I sat on a curb for two hours waiting for the next bus that went back to Anchorage to show up and take us home. Since that day, the kids and I walked EVERYWHERE.
If Google Streets took it a little further, I could probably go for days capturing places and memories. Going to the bog where my brother and I built the raft (that sunk… with us on it), catching frogs and racing them, survival training for a week in the middle of winter on the side of a mountain when I was only 10, racing, modeling, learning how to ski, playing king of the mountain on the snow mounds that the snow plows would create, the wonderful construction sites that made for a fantastic play ground for a kids imagination, the best sledding spots, the worse places for break up season (slush season), where I buried my first pet, the short lived Drive In Theater (24 hours of sunlight in the summer made it close down shortly after it opened, the owners must have been from Cali), etc. I love you Alaska, thanks for making my childhood and a few years of my adulthood.
