How did We Change?

Sometimes I think about how times were different when I was young. As a young boy in St. Louis I can remember how we use to pass the time doing trivial stuff. It was a given that we rode our bikes everywhere. we played in the alleyway mostly some sort of ball game, cork ball, hotbox, dodge ball, and handball, and of course basketball, that is if someone had a goal to shoot at. It was the life, your best friends were always there, the topic was about usually about baseball, or what we were going to do when school was out. Innocence was at a premium then, where did it go?
I just remember the friendships that were forged, and the bonds that were tied at that time.
Sundays were different too, everyone that I knew went to church, it didn't matter what church you belonged. Perfect attendance wasn't special, it was expected. Dinner was always as a family unit, sometimes with other members of family, aunts and uncles, or grandparents, but always family. I think, in my reflections, that was the good ole days, none of the clutter of life, that came later.
Oh to be that boy again.