The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed my father, Mark, about his childhood. He is in his late 50s now, and this story took place when he was in junior high, so it is easy to assume that times were much different back then. He immediately began telling me stories of him and my Uncle Mike and the rest of the neighborhood boys. This was the best way he knew how to explain how he grew up. He talked a lot about how different things are now; the focus is on technology, and social media. Back then, he was outside everyday. He wanted to be. Nowadays it’s a hassle to try and convince young boys to get off their video games.

Running free around his neighborhood, dirt caked under his fingernails and hair matted underneath his Central York baseball cap. The only thing on Mark’s mind was whose football team he would be picked for later on. His only worry was the exciting game ahead of him. His homework was finished. Multiplication was a piece of cake for him; math always came easy for Mark, but the same couldn’t be said for his older brother Mike. Mike was a few paces ahead of him, with the older boys. But Mark knew he was always looking out. They arrived at the field finally, a few of the neighborhood boys had already arrived. “Alright, Shelley’s are here. Let's play!” One of Mark’s best friends, Dennis, motioned him over to join the group. “I was worried you guys weren’t going to make it today.” Mark just laughed, as if he would ever miss a chance to play the sport he loved. He laced up his dirty old converse, stripped off his sweatshirt and got ready for the game.

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1970s
York, PA

I interviewed my father, Mark, about his childhood. He is in his late 50s now, and this story took place when he was in junior high, so it is easy to assume that times were much different back then. He immediately began telling me stories of him and my Uncle Mike and the rest of the neighborhood boys. This was the best way he knew how to explain how he grew up. He talked a lot about how different things are now; the focus is on technology, and social media. Back then, he was outside everyday. He wanted to be. Nowadays it’s a hassle to try and convince young boys to get off their video games.

Decade: 1970s
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Recorded by Rachel Shelley on December 7, 2020
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