It’s funny to me that almost every generation looks back on the good old days with some nostalgia. I remember standing on my bed looking out my window on long summer nights, wishing I could still be playing outside. They always had candy, cookies, ginger ale and some great stories to tell. There was a dirt pile near the willow tree on a lot nearby that provided endless hours of mindless fun. Every day I would ride my banana seat bike up and down our cul-de-sac road.
What did they look like for you? For me, summer afternoons were spent heading down to the creek to play with some of my best friends.
