Til the Streetlights Came on: Lessons Learned from Neighborhood Games

Til the Streetlights Came on: Lessons Learned from Neighborhood Games

by Daniel J. Porter
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Malts2 More than 1 year ago
I read this during an afternoon when I took my daughter to our small town's pool while surrounded by hundreds of screaming kids. Daniel J. Porter transported me to my own childhood, a time when we lived for our Neighborhood Games. He could very well have been writing about OUR time growing up, playing hard, making our own rules, arguing and resolving conflicts. Or stated differently...making dear Friends and learning life lessons. It is precisely the reason this book is uniquely important and so very timely...he could very well have been writing about anyone who grew up during a time and place of Neighborhood Games. I believe he has identified the defining difference between current and past generations, and all parents today should create these forgotten opportunities for our own children. I laughed until I cried, and even cried until I laughed at such fond memories. And I just might have found what's been missing.
Drew_Stewart More than 1 year ago
Best book I've ever read. Very interesting and shows the ways of life a generation ago.
ReadersFavorite More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Alice DiNizo for Readers' Favorite Daniel J. Porter is the author of twenty-two books for children and now he has put his pen to a book that no reader should skip. In "'Til the Street Lights Come On: Lessons Learned from Neighborhood Games", Porter tells of a time when children didn't have scheduled play dates or planned activities but played games of all sorts with the other children in their neighborhood. And, in playing those street-version games of soccer, basketball, baseball, football, and whatever came to mind, the author reminds the reader that children inspired, mentored, celebrated and tolerated each other. Accepting each other's differences and teaching each child not to be self-conscious of limitations was the norm in those neighborhood games. Every child living in a neighborhood was expected to be out and about, not hiding away and ashamed of limitations. Porter tells that he was born with dystonia, the nation's most common muscle movement disorder, but with the lessons he learned from neighborhood games, he has gone on to not just being a published author but a speaker as well. On page 4 of "'Til the Street Lights Come On", Daniel Porter tells the reader that "I think we lost something when outdoor neighborhood play disappeared." "'Til the Streetlights Come On: Lessons Learned from Neighborhood Games" is a highly well-written and totally welcome addition to book shelves everywhere. That Daniel Porter didn't walk well until he was three, didn't master riding a bike until he was ten, and had trouble speaking aloud in class are dystonia disabilities that he was able to overcome through the lessons he learned from participating in neighborhood games. With black and white photographs taken by his wife, with short poems called Sand Scripts placed at each chapter's end, Daniel Porter has created a masterpiece, a testimonial to what was and should be brought back: neighborhood children playing naturally with each other, with no soccer moms or dads in sight.
Martha-A-Cheves More than 1 year ago
‘Til the Streetlights Came On – Review by Martha A. Cheves, Author of Stir, Laugh, Repeat; Think With Your Taste Buds; A Book and A Dish 6:30 a.m.: The thud of the paper on the front porch – two hours until ‘game time.’ (It took until 8:30 for the morning commute traffic to clear our streets, which would then remain virtually car-free until 4:30 that afternoon.)7:00 a.m.: The gurgle of your family’s coffee pot churning out its black gold – ninety minutes until game time.7:30 a.m.: The roar of Mr. Pruschetti’s Plymouth wagon… T-Minus sixty minutes and counting. Cued by this melliferous morning melee, we headed down for a bowl of frosted something-or-others and listened for a signal from which we drew further indications of what the day held in store. Our communication network was closer to the beating of tribal drums than today’s web of technology. We moved to the sounds of our world with sublime synchronicity. Noises that seemed inconsequential to others were Morse code to our awaiting ears. We simply listened to the world around us – and we knew what to do. Now those were the days! If you were a kid growing up from the 1950s to the 1980s, you can very possibly relate to this. This was the time when we had no cell phones, no texting, and no computer games. This was the time when we actually ‘played.’ There were organized sports for those lucky enough to live in an area that offered them or if you family could afford to pay for you to participate but for those who couldn’t, your games were organized by those who played. Sometimes it even became the one who had the ball or bat or glove. As to where you played, a lot of times it was in the road or if you were lucky, the vacant lot. Those were the days of not only having real, honest fun but also the days of self teaching and learning lessons that would follow you through the rest of your life. As Author Daniel J. Porter spreads out his childhood stories, I can’t help but think about the kids of today. As we expand more and more each day into the computer world I can’t help but feel that today’s kids are missing out on so much. Other than technology, what are today’s kids learning? Can a computer game teach them team work? Can a computer game teach them respect for others? Can a computer game teach them to share? Sadly I fell the answer to these questions have to be answered with a no. Yes there are organized sports and events that kids can participate in but the accomplishment of organizing, bring the players together, setting up the rules of fairness and most of all, making those friendships and memories that will last a lifetime can’t be found in a computer game. As I read ‘Til the Streetlights Came On I took a wonderful walk down memory lane. It also made me feel sorry for the kids of today. They are missing out on so much. Maybe, just maybe, this book will help wake us up and get the kids outside where the real fun begins. It’s a book I recommend be read, especially by young parents.