As a young, impressionable 7-year old, I was led astray (that’s my story, and I’m sticking by it). Growing up on Rosemont back in 1967, I was under strict orders NOT to ride my bike in the street. That was until Tommy and Moose convinced me otherwise (never hang out with 9-year olds, you’ll regret it). Once I jumped off that curb, the world became our oyster. The ultimate goal? Cadwalader Park! Once we made it down past the bear, and the monkeys, we arrived at the deer pen. Unfortunately, listening to my “friends“, I found myself leaping over the fence, sprinting towards the peacocks, grabbing a feather from the ground, and sprinting back; my first crime! Thinking my criminal life had just begun, I returned home that night, only to find both my brother and sister ratted me out; obviously not the making of a crime family. I mended my ways thereafter and have always regretted that stolen feather 🙁
Philip Rake, Yardley, PA