tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404221900813569066.post2999928543950873483..comments2024-01-16T19:18:05.343-08:00Comments on *: Cartwheels, Kool Aid, and KidsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747916692142381788noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404221900813569066.post-32483236387228442682015-05-11T06:02:14.301-07:002015-05-11T06:02:14.301-07:00Oh, Kick the Can. Last summer our #2 son, Blaine, ...Oh, Kick the Can. Last summer our #2 son, Blaine, visited with his girls and we played that. So many laughs and such simple fun. We would have loved being in your neighborhood! Thanks for coming by. XXOO Susan Sundwallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17747706680849311882noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4404221900813569066.post-24152407813098012272015-05-11T05:42:29.777-07:002015-05-11T05:42:29.777-07:00For me, Sue, summer memories when I was young are ...For me, Sue, summer memories when I was young are precious... all 24 of us Italian cousins lived on two streets (and my sisters and I and parents on the corner upstairs from our grandparents). We played, played, played. We made up baseball teams and kickball in the street and kick the can in the evening as our parents sat on the steps and in chairs outside our house. Hopscotch on the sidewalks or in the yard we'd play Mother May I, Red Rover, Red Rover, Statues, Tag, Hide 'n Seek, Pies on the steps. <br /><br />Now I'm in my sixties and the heat bothers me so much that I leave summer to memories. Sad... but at least I have those. And fans and air conditioning. :o)Cindy McCabehttp://verizon.netnoreply@blogger.com