|2.3 x 5.4 x .2 cm|
I moved around a lot as a kid, but when I was 10 I ended up at 5216 Pooks Hill Road in Bethesda, Md. That is the place I would refer to as 'where I grew up'. My Mom has since moved into DC, trading in the no-longer occupied kid's rooms and urban isolation for an apartment in a building full of people who say 'Hello Martha' to her. She says hello back, and she includes their names, too.
This is the key to 5216, to the door above the threshold I passed a hundred thousand times as I struggled to find my way past a hundred thousand other thresholds. I presume it no longer works.