No Schedule, Just Sunlight and Shortcuts to Nowhere
I grew up in the 70s and 80s, in a city that felt like it was still learning its own edges. Streets weren’t lined with development yet, and blank spaces—lots of dirt, weeds, and sun-baked patches of ground—were waiting for someone to claim them. We claimed them. We ran through them. We made trails, shortcuts, and little worlds of our own. The days were long, the sun was generous, and we were allowed, somehow, to be exactly the kind of kids we wanted to be. No schedule. Just […]https://xinkblotz.com/2026/04/04/no-schedule-just-sunlight-and-shortcuts-to-nowhere/






