I remember when I was a kid, there were times.
Constantly hanging out on the street in the winter, fucking drive out, ride from the mountains on sandwiches, there was a lot of people, fun.
I remember how the boys pulled a hose of water from the house to pour the slide carefully in front of the entrance, then played hockey, riding, tried to make PA on skis...
In the summer, they climbed the buildings, fought the house, played the Cossacks-robbers, the girls jumped through the jumpers, the rubber.
The boys fought in the district - in the district, established territories :-)
I played badminton, my grandfather played table tennis.
They smoked cigarettes behind the house and tried to smoke them ridiculously, laughed at the passers, throwing water bombs into them.
The girls flogged the shovels and bands, laughed at us wet after the water shooting.
The boys played soccer, in a siffo, dressed up, played fantasy, walked in the basements, in kindergartens, made tubes and plunged them with paper rackets.

And now what?? Solitary walking pensioners with their barely pumping and barely writing white boots, some garages, cars, melting snow, gray sky, outgoing guests from basements, dead from the morning drunk boots, broken children's playgrounds with alkas.

You will go out and die... no soul... Where are all the children? Where is the people? Where is the cry, the fun, the positive, the life?
Everything, fucking, on the internet, in counter strikes, in social media, in TVs, in debilo-multiks, in mobile phones.