Good old times

I don’t know why we miss so much our old times, our childhood. But, in my case, it can’t be different. When I was ten years old, there wasn’t to much violence on the streets. We were free to make a variety of plays, especially soccer play on the street. It was thirty years ago, meanwhile, the seventies. Even cars were few in Teresina, and the plays were very different from today. I remember we used to play a game we named triangle. How was it? With a piece of stiff iron like a knife, we put on the ground two triangles and one line. The one who stuck the iron near the line would begin the game. The aim was to close the other one’s player triangle with lines. Today, in Teresina, we can’t leave our children on the streets. It’s very dangerous because of traffic and robbers. Good old times!