Here is an current street sign that is so common no one notices the anachronism. The running boy is clearly of our generation’s childhood with a pompadour and knickers. It could even depict my father’s generation. But what would we use for a symbol today? A boy in a lounge chair holding a game controller? No, that would be his father.
Children don’t play in the streets anymore. If they are outside at all, they have been driven to a manicured playground with interlocking rubber mats and tens of thousands of dollars worth of equipment. In East Lansdowne, our playground was a continuously-running dodge ball game in the street right in front of my house (It was my ball.), a thrower at either end and a variable number of dodgers in between. Eddie Vetter and Bill Scott were often there. Anyone passing by could join in. Anyone could drop out when their mother called. All we needed was three of us.