The other day around the corner from my house I walked into a “Teenage Heat Wave Street Water” fight on Stuyvesant Ave. My and other adults first reaction was to complain. But then we thought for a second. We remembered when we were teenagers during the summer.
The summer was a time when water fights and battles of the sexes were the most entertaining thing to do in your neighborhood. I remember super soakers. The kids on Stuyvesant had buckets. I remember Travis and Marcus, my across the street male competition. To the girls on this Brooklyn street, every guy was the same: a water fight arch enemy.
I laughed, reminiscenced, took a few pictures and turned the corner. And I couldn’t help but envy and remember their fun.
