Carl was a boy. He was a boy who loved to work hard. He was a boy who loved to play. He was a boy who loved to laugh. He was a boy who cared for people. By the time Carl became a young man, neighborhoods had changed. Less children ran between houses and into fields giggling with one arm straight out to their side with hula hoop spinning over a mud puddle here, bumping over a curb there. New homes were built with smaller yards and taller fences, neighborhoods with narrower streets but faster cars. These were dangerous places for play, and more and more kids stayed indoors. Continue Reading...
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