Maya M. Bugg smiles when she talks about her childhood years in southwest Philly.
There was double dutch jump rope, water gun wars, hide and seek, and street basketball where the older boys mounted cut-out milk crates on telephone poles.
As the grownups watched, kids spilled out of the endless rowhouses in their working-class Black neighborhood, making up games, hanging out or dancing through the water spewing from open hydrants.
The little girl, in white turtleneck and black skirt, loved to sing in the Christmas pageant where her family worshiped, at the all-Black Holy Cross Baptist Church down the street.
And, young Maya, a straight-As student, almost always finished her homework from her neighborhood school before she went outside to play.

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