Now I am feeling nostalgic. Playing outside all day, over the entire neighborhood without a care. Only time you went inside is when you were hurt or hungry. Getting hurt was scraping a knee or a bump and usually my parents would tell me to get a band aid on your own. :P

Only time you came in (during the summer) was either my mom or dad yelling my name, or the sun was going down.

Mind you, I am only 35. Times have changed… and quickly.