Great link. Here's the part that hit me the hardest:
"What I don’t think people in America realize is how different everything is overseas. In the States, parents will have scheduled play dates for their kids. We don’t do that back home. You go outside after breakfast, and you don’t come back until you hear your mom yelling from the balcony to come back home to eat dinner and go to sleep. That was my life."
Damn if he didn't just describe life in the USA back in the day. We had no "play dates" as a kid. The most organized thing we had (beside school, of course) was sports. But mostly we had the great big wild outdoors. Sometimes I was so far from home, even my mom's bellow couldn't reach, and I had to follow my stomach and the street lights back to the house.
Or sometimes we'd be playing pickup ball somewhere, and I remember holding my hand in the air, and as long as I could still see my fingers against the clouds when night was falling, we were good to go. We crawled up storm drains and burrowed along the banks of creeks through the stickers, invaded abandoned sharecropper cabins, and made bike trails with "jumps" that would put you in the hospital if you didn't make it all the way across the gully. It will be hard to ever believe growing up that way wasn't better.
(I know, I know, OK Boomer....).