Just a normal summers day.

I remember as a kid that a normal summers day was being up in the morning and usually on my bike (if it didn't have a flat) and as long as I was home for dinner all was o.k.
Days could consist of scouting the town for that perfect cardboard box or spending the afternoon in the field by the tracks playing Evil Kenevil. I can remember the day that Duane, his brother Johnny and I went by the old laundry mat by Duane's house. In the rear of the laundry mat they had some old dryers that were out of order. We would take turns getting in to the dryer. Then with the door open we would spin the drum by hand and give whom ever was inside at the time, a crazy ride. Of coarse we never stopped when the occupant was screaming that they were going to throw up lunch. I remember we stopped Johnny upside down, boy was his head red!
Other days were spent up and down the sidewalk on my block on our bikes. We would take a run from the corner at the south end as fast as we could to where the tracks were. At the right moment we would slam on the foot brake and spin a hooker. (leave a big black hooked skid mark) Feet brakes were great!
I also remember other days spent finding the best piece of scrap wood and some clothes pins then making rubber band guns. Once made, then we would get on our front porch and shoot flies (could it get any better!) Eventually shooting flies would get boring and it would turn into a big gun fight. You know we thought that whole neighborhood belonged to us. We would hide in every yard , hop over any fence, run across any porch and we never got into trouble (at least thats my story).
The evenings usually ended by playing out in the street throwing a tennis ball up in the air and watching bats swoop down. We would scream as they got sooo very close. I have another story about bats, a sword, and a trail of blood to our front porch but I'll save that for later.
I miss playing out in the street with all the neighborhood kids. Everything was fun. Nothing bad to look out for. Hiding in the shadows, playing tag til you couldn't run anymore, the warm breeze in your face. Man that was fun.
I sure hope heaven is created up of all the things you loved doing in your lifetime. I'm looking forward to ridin that bike again and "spinin a hooker"(now thats a phrase that sounds bad, especially in heaven.)
Jamie.