Each morning during the school year my sister and I would get up each morning and walk the ten blocks to Our Lady of Miraculous Medal. At lunch time we would take the trek home again, eat quickly and walk back to school for the afternoon lessons. Our playground was the street where we would play baseball and games like red rover with the all the neighborhood kid. We would play until someone would yell "CAR COMING!" we would immediately all move to the side of the street until the car passed and then like there was no interruption at all would resume our games.
Snowstorms brought school closings and sleigh rides down Dead Mans Hill which was at the top of my street. My sister and I would come home to hot chocolate, sitting in front of our black and white TV, wrapped in a big warm blanket watching Million Dollar Movie.
In the summer we would all congregate on each others front stoops and read the piles of comic books that were collected over the winter. We would read the same ones over and over until we would decide to pool are pennies and go down to the corner candy store to pick out new ones. In the evenings, after dinner, parents and kids alike would sit out enjoying the gentle night breezes. Some nights we would get an old mayonnaise jar with holes poked in the top and catch lightening bugs or sit around in a circle listening to Mr Stark tell us ghost stories, that would scare us all but we still stayed to hear more.
I look back at those time and smile at all the fun times I had growing up. Life was so good back then. So, what I have learned is that I need to bring some of those care free feelings of my youth into my adult life and try not to take life so seriously.
I am certainly not going to run after lightening bugs, hmmm or maybe I will.