I was a child of the '50s. And I had a pretty idyllic childhood, playing kickball and hula-hoop on the street, and riding my bike to the ball field to watch a game. Meanwhile, our neighbor's boy sat in the house and watched out the window. If Billy was lucky, he got to come out on the porch - but he never got to play on the street.
This I Believe: The Miracle of Baseball
By KATE SMITH • September 18, 2008