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The streets gone cold
Back in the days
It was all happening in the streets
Family friends bicycles music Football dancing breakdance and Skateboarding
Even before it was allowed in Norway
The streets didn't care
They just moved
Pulsed
It was constant
Always someone outside
Always kids
Always youth
We drifted from one house to another
Cut through someone's garden without guilt
Nodded to their dad
Said hi to their grandma
Got to know each other
Maybe not deeply
But enough to feel seen
Enough to feel part of something
A wave
A smile
A joke
A come in and eat with us
It built something
Not visible maybe
But essential
That way of living
That street connected rhythm
Secured the village
It takes to raise a child
Real meetings
No appointments
No agendas
Just people
The full cast of your friend's life
Was part of your world too
Parents
Siblings
Cousins
The smell of their food
The sound of their TV through an open window
You learned from the streets
How to listen
How to push back
How to mimic
How to lead
You watched the older boys
Did what they did
Not always right
But real
That was how you lived
That was how you learned
That was how you grew
Not from being told
But from being in it
And when you think back now
You don't remember one single moment
You remember the feeling
The good one
The sound
Growing up in the 80s and 90s
It had weight
It had noise
It had streets
Now
The streets are dead
Empty
Quiet
Clean
Sterile
Safe
Disconnected
No kids out
No one just hanging
No casual conversations
No wild laughter echoing off buildings
No one meeting their friend's family anymore
No extra adults in your life
Just because they were there
No pick up games
No just knocking
No hiding behind bushes
Everything's organized now
Structured
Scheduled
Set in motion by adults
And locked behind doors
Every activity needs prep
Gear
Snacks
Signups
Roles
One full season
Needs eight parents
And two WhatsApp groups
And you better have two social events
And two season celebrations
One before summer
One when it all ends
And parents pay for it
And parents run it
And parents fix it
But the kids
The kids don't run anything
They never had days lost in time
They never experienced boredom so deep it sparked a world
They never followed the sound of a ball down the street
They never trailed after the big kids
Just to learn how to move
They never were forgotten for five hours
Because mom was busy
They never were second
And weirdly that made them first
No timelessness
No mess
No risk
No accidents
No wrong turns
No real agency
Now streets gone cold
And who's fault is that
The very same people who had the streets
Took the streets away
From our own kids and future
That's fuckin ironic
Weird
And stupid
The streets gone cold
Because of you and I