When I was a kid my dad and I would drive from Brooklyn to Delaware to pick up a bushel of steamed blue claws and a 2 pound bag of shrimp.
The shrimp were for the ride home.
We would sit under the tree in front of our building with other families and have a picnic. Grill would be going, the dads would be tossing around fire crackers they bought illegally in Chinatown, us kids would be throwing around a ball.
The moms would call everyone over and the food rest would begin. Italian sausage, deep fried turkey, different salads and those crabs.
I loved being a kid.
No reason to keep the kid locked inside of us, let them out.
What we did as kids is still good times.