Ten minutes to appreciate life again. Ten minutes to smell the sweet air and listen to birds singing. And yet once I reached the top of the run, I did the same stupid ride three or four more times that same afternoon. Not everything we did as pre-teens involved speed. My older brother and his friends invented a game called Flashlight Tag.
Most people think of games within the boundaries of a back yard or at most a vacant lot.
Flashlight Tag often claimed up to four blocks worth of territory. Very few things were considered out of bounds within the massive zone of play which made the game all the more intriguing to us as youths. It was a game with few real rules. While the IT person would count to 100 out loud, the rest of the mob would vanish into the darkness to hide. Looking back, I wonder what the poor home owners of the neighborhood thought of this nocturnal invasion.