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It was with the Hoyt brothers that we filled this space. All day and into firefly-lit evenings, we tromped in the woods, skated on the Bradley’s pond, tobogganed down hills, flew down the road on our Flexible Flyers and rode bikes, tricycles, go carts and anything else we could find to propel ourselves with abandon. We were free-range kids spanning the ages of eight to 16. I was the youngest, not far behind Stevie, the youngest of the Hoyt brothers.

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