I grew up in a Ranchlands cul-de-sac chock full of rowdy, violent kids. The Bay, as we called it, served many purposes: it was a street hockey arena, a battlefield and a playground filled with yards, sprinklers and everything else a mostly-healthy childhood needs.
These days, life isn't what it was back then. The regular grind of school makes us forget. Instead we look upon our younger siblings with a gripping nostalgia that can be as vivid as a childhood memory.
Then deadlines sweep that all away.