The Golf Drive Gang, 1974

My son, Nate, is in the middle and they're all five years old, identical hair, identical Big Wheels. His buddies lived on the same street and played all day, everywhere, every day. Their mothers rarely checked on them unless lunch and dinner were ready. They came in filthy dirty, with ripped jeans, bloody knees, and busted-out shoes. They ate like trenchermen with no whining about what was on the plate.

Soquel, California. This would have been taken with a Kodak Instamatic camera and a shaky hand. I've tried to sharpen it a little with a Photomania "paint" effect.

AA308 Near where I used to live.