by S. J. Heron
Florida, USA
I grew up in the 50’s in a midwestern suburb. Summers were idyllic, but there was little to do except ride bikes, swing on the swings, or play dolls. Our parents were rather protective and didn’t allow us to wander far from home. We were often bored.
When the YMCA opened a facility in our neighborhood, we kids were thrilled. All the families joined. A gym, a trampoline, a swimming pool, and all within an area approved by our parents.