I lived in Princeton Junction, New Jersey for almost seven years (2007-2013). The landscape of Princeton Junction was different from Ithaca, my home in the US for thirty years. Rather than the immediate hills and waterfalls that I encountered on my daily outings, I walked a terrain full of flatness and street side windings. My walks there were full of twists and bends but I felt my life was going nowhere for me at the age of close to eighty. Fortunately, a senior center was located close to my house. I went to there to do taichi and yoga exercises while also joining a creative writing class. The classes extended my life, but my writing class in particular, also surprisingly deepened my life. I was spurred on to draw from stories and experiences of my long ago past. I tried to recollect those stories from my mother's generation and my own experiences during my early life. Here are the fruits of my creative labors. Anyone who happens by and picks this up to read might say: "Oh, that was when..."