We spent every summer evening when I was in elementary school playing kick the can. Best places to hide were in the basement window wells and as high as we could climb in the apple tree. We also had a babysitter named Shirley Gamble and when she came to sit we played the “Shirley Gamble Game”, where she would hide everyone but the person who was It. My parents never learned that she once had my little brother (age 4) hang by his fingertips from inside the laundry shoot in the upstairs bathroom (the shoot ended in the basement!). How did we ever survive childhood?