Today, I am grateful for my childhood. I grew up in the ’70s and ’80s in a smallish town in south-central Minnesota. I played outside every day all summer long and was typically gone from after breakfast to before dinner. Just out, running around, playing, having fun. The streets were quiet, the neighborhood was full of other kids, and we always had a game going. I remember riding my big wheel up and down the sidewalk for hours. We weren’t rich, but we never felt poor. For my childhood, I am grateful.