August 9, 2018
Sitting on the front porch winding down from a hot summer day, the smell of rain still lingers in the air from the earlier storms, I catch a glimpse of the street lights coming on across the front yard. Suddenly I am taken back to a time when as a child that was my signal to head home.
The day was spent in that old mill village with all of us neighborhood kids hanging out together riding bikes, playing in the creek, and maybe a simple game of truth or dare. I carried many bumps and bruises from that game. Some days were spent playing softball or even hiking through the woods to go fishing in the pond.
Those were the good days with not a care in the world, except I had better get home before darkness falls.
We would all get on our bikes and head for home, all going in our own different directions with plans to meet up again tomorrow.
I guess technology is a good thing, but it’s a shame that most of today’s kids will never know the meaning of those street lights.