Today I cruised past the trailer park in Washingtonville, N.Y., where I spent a good chunk of my childhood, from birth to about eight-years-old.

I remember playing hockey in the street with my dad and the space beneath our trailer that my mom and sister told me was a dungeon for boys who misbehave. I believed them, but not enough to stop me from doing the things young boys do. As I got older I began to have my doubts, but now I can finally say with a high degree of certitude that no such dungeon ever existed. Unless…

There was a trailer here in 1987.