Free Range

I grew up in a neighborhood in the 1970s full of kids with few parental rules beyond basic common sense.

The boundaries of my neighborhood were set by where the streets ended.

Most kids were told to stay off the highway and to not go too deep into the woods. That was usually the extent of our limits.

We didn’t have play dates, and to this day saying that phrase makes me chuckle a bit.

Most of us knew better than to mope around saying we were bored. That was an invitation to be handed some chores.

Getting dirty was common and nobody bothered with hand sanitizer beyond soap and water.

Video games existed at the mall’s arcade but none of my friends played because of the cost.

This portrait was taken down the road from where I grew up. If my subject had a cool 1975 hairstyle with a center part, he’d be indistinguishable from every other kid that I knew from my Godfrey, Illinois childhood.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer specializing in creating environmental on-location portraits and corporate photo libraries for blue chip companies. 

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