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The Latchkey Archive
There are entire pieces of a Gen X childhood that seem to exist only in memory.
The neighborhood bike packs. The empty house after school. The click of the lock behind us. The television talking in the background while we made something to eat. The cars we piled into. The streets we cruised. The quiet roads where we parked when we needed the world to stop for a little while.
Very few people were standing nearby with a camera.
We were simply out there—living whole por
Tammy Roberts
Sep 216 min read
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