Playing outside

This was a time when you were either told to "go outside" or you simply said "I'm going outside".  And from there, that included leaving the yard.  If I said I would be down playing football at Nelson's Field (an open field on someone's private property that just happened to include grapevines), then Mom or Dad (likely Mom) would ring the bell on the back porch that it was time to come home.  But so often, I would just take off.  I might be riding my bike on 64th St or I could riding down around Windsor Park and the trails or I could be down to Harder Pharmacy.  It was a freedom that can't be imagined today.  One for having permission to be gone like that and two for not having a cell phone to either get a call or text or to make one.