The best years
When I was a child things were cool. We played outside all day and obeyed the golden rules. We were out playing games with our friends all day and come what may. We were bound to play. We didn't want to come in. Our parents would make us obey. We must be in before the street lights come on or we would not be allowed to go out the next day. If we didn't have a bike we would get some parts and make one. We didn't realize we were so smart. Each new day we found a new start. We would play our own games that we made up. We had some toys but they weren't quite as fun as playing out in the sun having some fun. If we didn't have a ball we would throw each other a rock rolled up in a sock. Kids today say they can't find anything to do, boy I wish I was a kid again to show them what to do. Today I can tell things aren't the same. Kids today have a bunch of toys. God forbid if they don't make noise.
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