There was a time when I knew everyone in my neighborhood for at least a two-block radius. I knew the parents, the kids and even the family pets.
I spent hours at the Schabbing house across the street, playing kickball, tag, hide ‘n’ seek and of course with dolls. They in turn spent many hours in my toy room,
We also spent an inordinate amount of time behind the laundromat playing in the milk crates. I can’t explain the appeal they had now but we spent hours rearranging them and making “rooms” and hideaways.