I am a child of the 80’s.
As best I can tell, mine was the last generation that had children who were still mostly free.
Free to ride our bikes all over town.
Free to leave home in the morning, spend all day bouncing from friend’s house to friend’s house, and be home by the time the street lights came on.
Football in the street, basketball in the driveway and tennis at Potter school.
Little league in the summer, cub scouts and boy scouts.
Drinking Kool-aid by the pitcher, climbing trees and going to Ideal Pharmacy to buy stickers for our baseball sticker book.
Hollering out the window to Robert Rose when the top five at five came on.
Hearing the man who drove the vegetable bus over his loudspeaker and making fun of the way he’d say, “tamatah”.
Hearing the ice cream boy ring the bells of his cart and buying a massive bomb pop.
Drinking Hires root beer and M&S soda.
Jumping my bike on a ramp made from a cinder block and a 2 x 6.
Pushing my dad’s lawn mower and his aluminum gas can down the street cutting yards for $5 each.
Being the human remote control for our tv.
LOAD”spyhunter”,8,1
Parachute pants, members only jackets and fila’s.
Good times.
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