We used to play in the street when I was young back  in the sixties and seventies. I hear it is making a comeback in the UK, though it has usually been a thing in Scandinavia, especially Denmark and the Netherlands. NYC which wants to be more European has a Play Streets program, and that is nice but when I was young playing in the street wasn't something that had to be scheduled.

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