“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.
Yep...we built a ball field in a farmer’s field, built rafts to float down streams, built tree forts, explored the forests all around (one time found a still-warm campfire with a HUGE Bowie style knife in the camp - scared us to DEATH!), crawled through old barns with treasure rooms of old stuff stored there, skateboarded down the steep hills at the Cornell Campus (about 1963 mind you - primitive skateboards back then!), catching fireflies, you name it! Great days indeed.