Come, step Inside My World" my world as a blind child, teenager and young adult growing up in Chicago some 70 years ago. My mother used to tell people: "He's in his own little world." Indeed, seeing the world without sight is seeing it in a very different way. The world of a blind person is smaller, closer, and more personal. And yet, each of us, in fact, is "in our own little world," our own personal reality. It is our uniqueness as individuals that makes our existence so precious. Through this book I offer you a nostalgic look back to an era when: * Nearly everyone's Mom was at home when the kids got home from school... * Families grew victory gardens... * You could buy candy for a penny... * Kids played war games using sticks for guns... * And a foot of snow was a dream come true.