To the occasional onlooker, my childhood yard may appear like just another shabby parking space in a Jerusalem ultra-orthodox neighborhood. To me, it is the first “outside” I encountered, the landscape of the only home I have ever known. I have been living in this yard for 34 years. As an adult, it continues to fascinate me with its ever-changing mood. It has embraced secular, religious, and ultra-orthodox atmospheres, but today, we are one of the last non-Ultra orthodox families living here.