I grew up in the E. Flatbush section of Brooklyn. One of my memories is of touch football games in the street. There’d be a group of kids, 10 and 11 years old, hanging oout on the stoop. We’d start getting cold and decide to do something, someone would suggest a game of touch.

Back then, both boys and girls could play. In fact, the girls were usually a little faster than the boys, so would really be able to get a jump on them in the long pass. The boys were stronger, but it was great to see the look on the guys face when this one girl, who was kind of whiny, got a step on him and ran for the score.