I have fond memories growing up on my childhood street, bikes and scooters scattered across the yard after school. Knocking on my neighbors’ doors to see if their kids, my brothers-in-arms, could come out to play. The city needed saving and this merry mercenary band of 3rd graders was the one to do it. Mighty dragons fell underneath our trusty steel. Armies quaked in fear when they heard our names. We’d go on to recruit even more comrades to the cause, kids on our street with nothing but time and a spirit for adventure.
Great and insightful read!