The only worry I had was that Old Man Miller might be hiding out behind the shed trying to catch us running through his garden when we played “Tag” in our back yards.
If you grew up in the ‘70s in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, you know exactly what I’m talking about.
Our childhood was essentially a 1950s childhood, a great time to be a kid.
We played outside all day long in the summertime and no kid was…
