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Screams in the Night

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Posted by Spencer on Sunday, April 16th 2017:

One time when I was about 6 or 7 I was woken up by the shrieks of a woman who lived around the corner from me. It seems her son, a real bozo, had got into a gang fight and came home a bloody mess with his face all slashed from a knife. He survived as did we all, and when I think of some of the dumb and dangerous things we did I shudder, but we had a lot of fun in the process, running across the rooftops of the connected brownstones making believe we were commandos, sledding in front of on-coming cars, going into sewers to get Spaldings, etc. Kosciusko St. was a one way street so there wasn't much traffic, allowing us to play in the gutter all day long with little interruption. What great stickball and punchball games we had, as well as two-hand touch football and hide-and-go-seek in the evenings, when even the girls joined in. There was no place on Earth better for a kid to grow up than the Brooklyn of my youth.

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