The other day, a post about a beloved beach bungalow looked back on a bygone era. Former owners and renters of 12 Fairfield Avenue — and dozens of commenters — shared memories of growing up by the beach.
Just one street over — on Danbury Avenue — young kids today are making their own memories.
Much of the Compo area now teems with boys and girls. But Danbury Avenue has even more than most other streets. And the tight-knit families — and tightly packed houses — contribute to a spirit of shared adventure and neighborliness rare in these times of individual activity and hyper-vigilant parenting.
Several residents recently described an almost idyllic summer, in which children of all ages race in and out of each other’s yards (and homes). One woman described half a dozen elementary schoolers trooping into her house one morning, to rouse her teenager as he slept in.
Parents casually watch out for everyone — sometimes from porches, as the sound of laughter echoes up and down the street.
Older kids shepherd younger ones to the jetty to fish, or further away to the local community center (Elvira’s).
Danbury Avenue is also one of those rare places where, during the school year, kids gather at communal bus stops. And if that doesn’t describe a special place in town, nothing does.