When I was young, I was blessed enough to grow up in a neighborhood where every other house there was somebody near my age. I recall those good old summers, waking up at 8am meeting everybody outside and starting the day with a game of roller hockey, usually accompanied by the mid-game fight or two. Afterwards, we'd usually hit up somebody's pool and relax, and then another sport afterwards. It was just non-stop fun and games, day after day. Then on the weekends at night all the parents would be drinking and we would run amuck throughout the neighborhood causing all types of trouble, hide-and-seek, cops-and-robbers, bike races. Man, to have no care in the world again would be amazing.