I wore holes in all my pants and skuffed up my shoes so bad no amount of polishing could help,playing skully. My mom would put these iron on patches on my pants, they always fell off. In the early 1960’s me and alot of kids always got handme down clothes. Man,those were the days,playing skully at the city school park on a hot summer day in the shade of a city pin oak tree. As long as the water fountain worked,all was good. We seemed to have an internal clock in us,that at one time in our lives we knew play was over,im to old for that now,or thats kid stuff,and stopped playing our games. I remember wanting to play,but fear of being called a baby stopped me. You could always go home and watch cartoons in the safey of your home. About that time 6th grade,a new thing happened,girls!
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