Our neighbourhood growing up was filled with a lot of kids our age. We lived in an apartment complex, which was one of many on several blocks, and everyone seemed to know everyone else, at least a little bit. Our free time was spent meeting friends on the street, hanging out in the large back yards and driveways of these apartment buildings, playing catch, dodge ball, hide-and-seek, or just hanging around riding our bikes to the corner store to buy popsicles and sip-sacs. On days where there was no school, we would be outdoors all day, coming in only for lunch and bathroom breaks. Reluctant to fully stop all friend-related activities, we would often have friends over to share a quick lunch before heading back out. Knowing this, our parents would usually have some quick and kid-friendly meals at the ready. Included in this were lots of hamburgers and meatballs (called keftedes), and these were well loved, and understood, even by our non-Greek friends. They would ask for ketchup (they were usually given tzatziki instead) and they ate, happily.