I remember the joy I felt on Saturday afternoons as I rode my bike down to mall, a good distance away from my home. I’d spend several hours there enjoying window shopping and eating lunch in the food court. I was 10. The year was 1967. I am sorry that so many children today will never know the exilleration of feeling free.
I remember the joy I felt on Saturday afternoons as I rode my bike down to mall, a good distance away from my home. I’d spend several hours there enjoying window shopping and eating lunch in the food court. I was 10. The year was 1967. I am sorry that so many children today will never know the exilleration of feeling free.