My neighbourhood pals and I had much more fun pitching them at one another during the cool summer evenings of our youth, then tumbling on the ground before starting a game of hide-and-go-seek that lasted until the street lights came on.
Running, Fallen Apples and Childhood Memories
Kaarina Dillabough

What a great memory. I also remember an urgency to our play as the sun slipped down — so much to do with so little time! Could we squeeze just one more game in before we had to go? Why did the sun seem to move so much faster the lower it went?!?

I wonder how today’s children will remember play time. Will they know what it means to last “until the street lights came on”?

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