I did not write what follows but is sure reads as though I did. I grew up in Danville, back when it was a little town on Highway 21, not the posh, upscale community it is now. We used to play flys up in front of of our house in the summer and tag football in the winter. Ron Havercroft was there, and sometime we went all the way to the school to have a real game, we also mowed the wild grass behind the Jensen's house one time to make our own field. That's where I got hit in the mouth with a baseball and broke a front tooth. We used to go hiking in the hills up above our house and catch frogs, pollywogs, lizards and snakes. Dale Alter was there the day we had the great bicycle wreck. But went hiking anyway and caught a huge gopher snake. My mom had this amazing soprano WOOOOO-HOOOOO that could be heard for miles, and that was my call to come home. We played little army with plastic soldiers and big army with our toy guns. I can only imagine how many hot dogs my mom cooked for us kids. We had to mow lawns and rake leaves and sweep and sweep and sweep (10 walnut trees) Life seemed simple then, though I am sure we just didn't know all the things going on in the world. **************************************************** Every neighbor was our parent. When we went outside to play, we got dirty. We ate bologna (cold or fried), peanut butter & jelly, grilled cheese sandwiches, pork-n-beans, hamburgers, hot dogs, and homemade bread. All we drank was kool-aid & milk. We took our school clothes off as soon as we got home and put on our play clothes. We had recess every day. We walked to and from school, rain or shine or your parents drove you. There were no snow days. TV was black and white and all stations went off at midnight, after playing the national anthem & no stores were open on Sunday. That was family day. We ate penny candy - Squirrel Nuts, Mary Janes, Bazooka Bubble Gum, Tootsie Rolls, Chico Sticks, Boston Baked Beans, Hot Tamales, Lemon Heads and Red Licorice Strings. We played Freeze Tag, Red Light, Green Light, Hop Scotch, Hide & Seek, Red Rover, Truth or Dare, Softball, Kickball, Dodgeball (in the streets!), touch football, roller skated, and rode bikes all over the neighborhood. We put cards on bike spokes to make our bikes sound like a motor. Boys collected baseball cards, marbles, and comic books, and read them, not put them in plastic. Girls spent hours playing double dutch, paper dolls, Chinese jump rope, & jacks. Staying in the house was a punishment, and the only thing we knew about "bored" was board games. There was no bottled water. We drank from the tap, the water hose, and fire hydrants. We ran through a sprinkler or got in a nearby lake or river. We watched cartoons, especially on Saturday morning, We also cleaned house and did laundry with a washer spin dryer on Saturday morning, while listening to music from all the greats (real music, real lyrics that you could understand). We went to Sunday school and then Sunday church service. Our neighborhood was a community. Someone had a fight, and we were friends again the next day, if not sooner. The street lights were our curfew. School was mandatory (we had truant officers that you don't know anything about) and teachers and police were people who you could trust. We watched our mouths around our elders because all of your neighbors were our parents, and you didn't want them telling your parents if you misbehaved. We respected elders!! I loved growing up when we did. It was a great time! Those were truly the good old days!