Missing the Old Gang Now That Winter is Here
My gang turned the season into a winter sports wonderland.
I miss the old gang. We weren't "Sons of Anarchy" and didn't exactly rumble and tumble with other gangs. We didn't have tattoos, because our moms would have been mad. We rode bikes, but they had banana seats and baseball cards in the spokes, not engines. This was more like "Leave It to Beaver" meets "The "Brady Bunch," because we had girls in our gang, as long as they were cool. The standard for girls in the gang was whether they could hit a baseball, take a slap shot or catch a slant pass. If they could, they were in. In the 1970s, our world revolved around sports and its seasons. We played baseball in the spring and summer, basketball and hockey year around, and football in the fall and spring. We fished. We hunted. We made boats, …
Susan Clare
7:19 am on Sunday, January 8, 2012
Me too, though we used our fine motor skills also. As a girl, I had to practice the piano, learn to sew, and make crafts. I played cowboys (girls?), sleuth, hunt-to-kill (usually resulting in some kid actually falling off an overhang or falling off her bike in a mad chase). The boys in the neighborhood let me join in crack-the-whip, though I had to be the end of the whip. I took pride in never … more ›