I grew up in Southeast Dallas, the old Pleasant Grove area. During those years (1960’s), most of my memories of living in our neighborhood are good. I don’t remember my parents being concerned about crime in our neighborhood. Things were relatively calm in that neighborhood.
In my memory, life was full. Baseball in the summer and touch/tackle football the rest of the year. We had a field behind us that belonged to a nearby Baptist church where we played both sports. It was the gathering place on hot summer evenings.
In the summers, when we were out of school, I would get on my bike in the morning (often with my friends Kip and his brother Dale) and stay gone most of the day. I rode with friends to stores, to the park, to nearby streets, and to the community swimming pool. These were different times. In fact, the one warning that I got from my mother (who would be working at a bookstore all day) was “Don’t be late for supper.”