I'm from the generation where summers meant you left the house at the first sign of daylight, and didn't come home until you heard your mom calling. One of my good friends is from the same generation, and we were laughing yesterday about all of the places we used to go. One of those places we had in common it seems, is to our elderly neighbors' homes. I'm talking people our families did, or did not know.
I have no idea how I ended up in some of the places I did, or met some of the people I did, but spending hours with an elderly neighbor, being fed lunch, hearing their stories, or them hearing mine (goodness they must have been patient) was not at all uncommon. Today, we have nice neighbors, but my children don't even know most of their names. They're certainly not allowed to roam around visiting, especially not inside of people's houses. Of course that's a good thing, considering the danger factor. But my friend and I both agreed we had some pretty great visits, so I can't help but wonder if the kiddos are missing out, and maybe the neighbors are missing out a bit too.