I loved riding my bike just to ride it, not to get somewhere. But it take me to the market to buy bread for my Mom, only if I promised not to squash it. We had on going games of kick ball in the street and when a car came, we yelled, “car” and waited for it to pass. Bases were rocks and water meters if we didn’t have chalk.
Thank you for taking us down memory lane to a more simple time.
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