Memories of summers past still sweet as ever
The season brings back memories of long days playing outside, adventures in our nearby patch of woods and marathon kick-the-can sessions. Like many baby boomers, I grew up in a neighborhood that had lots of kids. We rarely played inside. You always could find several neighbor kids outside to play with.
We would play team games, ride bikes, chalk the sidewalk and have all kinds of invented fun. All ages and genders were included. We taught each other the time-honored traditions, rules and rituals of backyard play – and frequently invented new ones. It was a miniature society all its own, and it was great. Some of my best memories, and friends, were made in the backyards of that suburban neighborhood.
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