Ah those were the days in NYC, Bronx and/or Brooklyn to be exact. We kids got nothing to do and no where to go except for the stinking grass worn, partially stagnant flooded water we call as a city park. Then a miracle happen, someone opened a fire hydrant and we can all play/shower. Either that or make a hand made wooden sling that is better than the store version and practice shooting birds. Or roam the city for those discarded fruit trees, for apples, peaches, etc. If we're lucky enough, we get those fool who plant fruit trees in their front yard, muahahahhahaa.