We have no sidewalks in our neighborhood. I live in a subdivision with lots of curves, turns, gravel and ditches. The kids need to stay close to the grass so the speeding dare devil teenagers do not squish them while walking home from the bus stop. It’s just not the same as it was when I was a kid. Our sidewalks were to be appreciated. They were our playground, our safety, our home turf, our path to anywhere. Hopscotch was an old fav and hell, screw the chalk…we used a rock! Imagine that. We would put on entertaining shows for our mom and grandmother as we used the cement blocks in the front of our house as our very own stage. We could race around the block without ever worrying about being hit by a passing car. And our sidewalks took us to parks, schools, stores, the movie theatre, the zoo, the beach. And as far as our little smelly feet could take us – the sidewalk was our yellow brick road. While we may no longer break our mother’s back by stepping on a crack…our neighborhood just doesn’t have that same homey appeal. Neighborhoods need sidewalks. I hereby protest the gravel walkways causing pebbles in my shoe and dust upon my jeans. For now I shall dream of a future neighborhood surrounded by these little foot roads that quietly and unnoticeably made my childhood just that much more cool.