旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Those Were The Days! Page 27 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � kick the can. Yeah, they really did play kick the can back in those days. � � I can remember running to hide. It was a hot, humid Illinois summer night � � and I could feel the excitement of the game coursing through my being. I � � would giggle to myself as I hid in the shadows of the huge old oak tree and� � watch the person who was 'it' race around trying to find someone, anyone � � so they could pass the title of being 'it' on to them. My son will never � � feel that type of excitement or thrill. I can still remember the feeling � � when the person who was 'it' spotted you and both of you made a mad rush � � to the can, placed carefully under the one glowing street light. One runn-� � ing to kick the can and the other racing to tag it and yell ollie, ollie � � oxen free, meaning everyone could run to the can now and not be it. � � Yeah, those were the days! Kids knew how to play and have fun. We never � � had to worry about being out at night. Unless, of course, you had a big � � brother. Because big brother would always try to play some prank on you. � � He'd always try to scare you somehow. But even that was alright, because � � once it happened a few times you came to expect it and even enjoyed the � � game of being frightened by some stupid stunt he'd pull. � � But in spite of the pranks big brother played, he was the best one to crawl� � out the bedroom window with and sit on the porch roof and watch the stars � � late at night on those hot summer days. Who could sleep? Air conditioning� 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸