Labels:text | electronics | screenshot | display OCR: Those Were The Days! Page 29 live. He thinks it sounds 'cool' so he calls some of his friends and asks if they can play tonight. Each asks their parents and tells them what they intend playing. I'm sure, someplace deep inside them, the idea of their child playing kick the can, as they did once, spurs some hope in them as well as brings back some of that childhood memories. Each parent says their child can play. Darkness comes and the kids head out the door to one street light on the cal-de-sac. I can hear them playing and laughing as the game gets underway. About ten minutes or so goes by and I hear the familiar sound of the can being kicked down the pavement. It bounces as it hits then rolls. Moments later my son walks back into the house. "What happened to the game," I ask. "We called it off," he says. "Why?" I ask. "Because old Mrs. Doe told us she'd call the police if we didn't settle down and stop making so much noise. I'm going to play with my Sega Mom." 'Old Mrs. Doe' was my age. She was the only woman on the street without children. I guess she's forgotten what it was like to be a child. Or maybe, just maybe, she never was one. Oh well, at least my son tried. I was happy for that much. "Mind if I play Sega with you?" I asked!
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