Every summer it was the unstated rule to meet in the front of Joe’s house, after dinner and before bedtime. Bedtime was not always the same for everyone but Joe’s mom would call him in at eleven. From about eight-thirty to eleven we would all gather and play. It would be kick-the-can or dodgeball, or double dare under the street lights. We were all friends since first grade so knowledge of each other was well established. We teased each other mercilessly and loved innocently. It was a bond of friendship in preteen years, before high school doubts and reticence.