When I was 4 years old we lived in a duplex with my maternal grandparents on one side and our family on the other. The only porch was a small rectangle of concrete where the two front doors opened. I had a little red chair and in order to 'porch sit' I had to place my chair right inside the screen door of my grandparents living room. I loved to do this, especially on a rainy day, even though all I could see was two fat pine trees. Papa, my grandfather had planted these - one for me and one for my brother David. (David and I in photo with sister Kathy in background) We had a small front yard and the trees took it all up and blocked the street view. Still, it was the beginning of my love affair with porches!