Even the suburbs 50 years ago. 8:00 AM...”Mom, I’m going out to play.”
“OK, Bob. Be sure you get home when it gets dark.”
I remember those days. And I miss them terribly.
“Just be home for lunch!”
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“Mom, I’m going out to play.”
Had a flashback dream a few weeks ago, back riding my bike in the Dallas suburbs in the 60s, still a farm here and there - gone all day in 90 degree heat, 200 year old oaks to climb, creeks and ponds to jump in and cool off - what great days.
True that.