Go. Play. Outside. Children who play inside all day later build destructive devices with their idle minds. Hopscotch and Tic-Tac-Toe on cement meant fun to adults in need of their privacy. My best friend, Annie-Mae, and I were not allowed to open the cabinet and attach the Atari game to the television to play Pac-Man and Asteroids like other children on Saturday mornings. We were brushed outside of our red brick duplex apartment by the broom of Annie-Mae’s sister, Big Teena, who pretended to be our mom while the adults were still recovering from the night before.
I’m so grateful for this opportunity to share the Good News with other writers.