Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Day 22: It's All Fun and Games, Until Someone Gets Run Over by a Car

I don't think I had ONE favorite game or activity growing up. There was always SOMETHING to do in my neighborhood. Always someone outside playing.

I think the one thing I remember most, is when we were finally old enough to be allowed to play in the street and use the neighbor's mailboxes and curbs for our baseball or kickball bases. The bases never changed, and I'm pretty sure are all still there if you were to take a peak at the street I grew up on.

Plus, I don't think we ever broke a window or anything, which has got to be some kind of record for a street full of hooligans, right?

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Tiff said...

That's awesome.