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Streets of Our Youth by Ron Stelle


Reviewed by Lisa McCombs for Readers Favorite
"As corny as that may sound, it is as true today as it was to our parents during their time and their parents during theirs. Who we are when we arrive to the “other side” of growing up depends not only on our parents and family, but the friends we grew up with. We found strength in our friends when times were difficult." No truer words have ever been spoken and yet our youth insist that times are different and that the "older" generation could not possibly ever understand or relate to what it is like to grow up. In Richard Stelle's reflection of growing up in the 1960's, there is little difference to the children of today. Certainly technology has changed the way in which information is presented, but feelings and emotions are the same. Streets of Our Youth is fifteen chapters of daring adventures of a group of friends that begin with the assassination of President Kennedy; an event that was lost on Bill, Mike, Rob and Dave since the television coverage of this sad historical event in history erased their carefree morning cartoons and adventure shows. Instead they must search for alternative fun which leads them to daring experimentation and hysterical consequences.
I thoroughly enjoyed sharing the daring adventures and descriptions of times gone by and am renewed in my quest for entertaining ideas for my own children. Life used to be so simple. The imagination that we once depended on in creating fun times is sadly missed in reality, but gladly revisited in this moving memoir.
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