Back in the days of innocence and Eisenhower, we girls would play games of hopscotch. We’d scratch out game-boards on the sidewalk’s rough cement with pieces of chalk snitched from school.
Like kangaroos, we’d hop, hop, hop, jump, hop, turn around, till sweat dripped down our sun-kissed cheeks, and our lips craved ice-cold cherry Cokes from Sweeny’s drugstore down the block.
Hand in hand, we’d skip off laughing, stepping over wide cracks, to spare our mothers’ backs, carefree, happy, high on life.
“Sometimes I write just for fun, but still dream of collecting my drabble in a book.” – the writer
3 thoughts on “Games of Hopscotch”
thanks to The Drabble….great photo once again.
We must have been friends back then. Sounds so familiar. Loved it!
thank you, Lois…simple, happy times.