Summertime growing up was memorable.

 As kids, being stuck indoors in winter

would start to grate on our nerves.

 

Summer mean being about to go to

Greenwich Point and be out and about.

 

Greenwich Point was to us, what the

Mississippi was to Tom Sawyer.  A

place to be outside.  A place to swim.

A place to have a picnic.

 

Back in those days people also did

not worry about letting their kids

go out alone.  The kids would travel

in packs anyway.  Little kid tribes.

And also, admission was by park

pass, so not just anybody could come

in.

 

It was an idyllic time, and very memorable

for most kids of the area.

 

Another thing that stands out as a memory

is time on the sledding hill once summer

was over.  What child does not delight

in the pure motion of sliding down the

hill.

 

Even before the snow would  come we would

try to coax the season by using sheets of

cardboard to slide on the grass on a frosty

morning.

 

If there were outdoor games that kids could

invent, the kids of our neighborhood could

do it.  Quite a pleasant memory.

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