When my girls rides their bikes, they get suited up pretty well: pants, long-sleeve shirts, and helmet.  They are prepared for what might befall them as they cruise and wind around our cul-de-sac.  I think about how the adults of my youth would sometimes holler, "Get into the back of the truck!" and how we kids would be thrilled at the prospect of a hot summer's wind blowing through our young hair.  Is it sad that my kids may never hear that call to adventure?  I wonder.  Perhaps so.

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