the east side apartment near the ground

As early as I can remember there was an apartment with sliding doors that led into a small outdoor space. As you faced the sliding doors there was a small bedroom to the right. if you turned back by the front door there was a small kitchenette. My parents and I shared the one bedroom apartment I have a few very quick images of what that time was like, like most children, the most mundane moments gave me a sense of wonder. All my reactions felt outsized. For the young, everyday events have the possibility of being the best or worst thing that you can ever remember happening. The apartment was the only one on the ground floor. There were more apartments upstairs, no elevator, just stairs. The residents were friendly with my parents. Especialy my mother who stayed home with us. My sister was older. More assured than me, even then. I would not know that building if I passed it on the street, if it is even still there. But I feel that if I was in that apartment I would recognize it even today.