I was born in 68..but I grew up in the projects in nyc...we played manhunt on the roof of the buildings..hoola hooped till out hips broke! lol. waited to hear the distant ding of johnny the ice cream man..ran to your building and yelled like mad for your mom to throw down 50 cents for some ice cream....praying the street lights didn't come on so we didn't have to go home..getting stuck over and over again in the elevator with my friend mary..listening and probably wearing out the our kiss album..."beth" was my favorite song..of course I had no idea what it meant..but mary liked it
so I had to like it too... walking into the kitchen buck ass nekkid with our arms extended so my mom could rub calamine lotion all over my sister and me..we had the mumps!...living without air conditioning and running through the fire hydrants the very cook firemen oppened every saturday afternoon..my dad taking me to emergency room on his motorcycle with my knee bleeding like the dickens cause of course I went where I wasn't suppose to
DOH!...watching baretta right before the blackout...and being upset that the tv didn't come back on...tracing the velvet pattern in the wallpaper in our living room...ALWAYS trying to take more and more steps until you could completly jump from landing to landing without hitting any of the steps on the way down..it was a right of passage..oh my poor aching knees now lol...
ahh...what a sweet walk down memory lane..
