What ever happened to Saturday mornings when children came downstairs in their pajamas to watch morning cartoons while Moms fixed breakfast fit for a king and Dads looked for stuff that wasn’t really broken to fix around the house. After breakfast and a good washing, everyone in the house would begin their chores. Children raced to hide a number of objects under their beds and in their closets in an attempt to trick their mommies and daddies into believing their rooms were clean. If ever a deceit could be pulled off the children would be free to go outside to find all of the rest of the children who had completed their chores. They would play and run and hide and seek and ride and kick and jump and laugh sometimes even through lunch. But one thing was for certain. The activation of those street lights would change their lives that Saturday and every Saturday to come. Those same lights that had remained tucked into plain sight all day would at some point betray each and every child governed by them. Their Saturday would abruptly end, but it was everything to them while it lasted. I miss that life.