Hanging out in the woods.
Tossing Chrissy into Eddies pool.
Late night sessions of kick the can.
Searching for still good firecrackers, the day after July 4th.
Murphy the cop.
Mr. Friedman chasing us (Or showing off his newest odd creature.)
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Yes, Kick the Can. Life was great before Nintendo. I tell my wide-eyed kids about kick-the-can and they cannot wrap their modern minds around it's greatness. I see Bobby running to kick the can- Kick the Can!
you i remember hanging in the woods smoking with sharon & cathy j
and getting court by Mrs Zobie.,and having bike racers down prospect pl and hitting into a park car. Oh remember Donna p she lived in the corner house where the Hoffmans lived?
That would be Donna P, as in Pettison.
We all hit a parked car at some point in our careers. Many by foot.
Kick the can--#1 on the Prospect Place Readers poll by a landslide.
Kick the can-- The frustration of being caught. The camaraderie that developed amoungst fellow prisoners, as you languished "on base". Minutes turned into more minutes. More minutes turned into lots more minutes. THE ONLY WAY OUT! ......a well orchestrated plan, carried out by someone well schooled in stealth exercise, and camouflage use. That,or your parents called you.
It is sad, kids today do not experience the euporia of being "freed" from base. Exultation! Jubilation!
The three single greatest achievments in sports:
The Home Run
The Touchdown
Kicking The Can
Bobby,
We would spend all morning searching the cracks of Prospect, Sunrise, and Park for the firecrackers that didn't crack. In an effort to make the ultimate 'cracker.
Dennis,
Do you remember blowing up model cars with firecrackers and M80's?
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