I totally agree myownperson59...totally. We played in somebody's yard till dark, then under the street light on the corner until someone's Mother yelled, "time to come in!"

Jacks, hopscotch, jumping rope, softball with pillows from our own beds for bases sometimes....the ice cream man DID come around and you could hear him for miles and miles. I always thought that had to be the best job in the entire world.