That was such a great time. Having mothers say "get out of the house and go play in the street".
Having mothers say “get out of the house and go play in the street”.
I didn’t have that problem. Almost all my waking memories from 63 to 68 are with my butt glued to that Stingray of mine. Explored the world with my buddies or on my own. Took absurd risks down 60 degree slopes or leaping over concrete canyons. I regretted outgrowing it.
“Having mothers say “get out of the house and go play in the street”.”
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And the same mothers would say “in or out, make up your mind!”
And we instinctively knew it meant to get out and play!
LOL