ParadiseRoad
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I can remember about '57 or so. Summertime we hit the ball field about 10. First game was over around 1130. Everybody on your bikes back to your house where Mom had a baloney sandwich waiting. Had to sit down at the kitchen table to eat it. Grabing the sandwich and getting back on the bike was not allowed. I remember sometimes getting pickle and pemento which was baloney with chopped up stuff in sometimes too. Then back for game two which maybe was softball for a little change. Baloney or not there were no fat kids.
The city provided a baloney sandwich for lunch a couple times in my teen years.
Baloney or not there were no fat kids.
...we lived on our bicycles...we played the appropriate sport for the season...football...our field in the park had a tree for each corner...if you went for the flag...you really knew it when you hit it...
...it was tackle football...I have a scar on my eyebrow from another kids front tooth...that one bled pretty good...had blood from my brow clear down into my shoe...parents panicked until they found the half inch cut...cleaned it...taped it...it healed quickly...
...baseball season...we would play outfield barefoot...every once in a while you would step on a honey bee in the clover...hurt like hell for a few minutes...
...basketball season was the toughest...we would shovel the snow off the court...and between the cold and dry...our fingers would split like paper cuts...we would tape them up with white adhesive tape...and keep going...can you imagine kids getting off their devices and doing that now?...