When you were a little kid, did you have a neighborhood kid "hero"?

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When I was 3/4, I had a neighborhood "hero". He was Scott. He was in the second grade. He was just so cool. He could print his name, and I was super impressed. I used to sit on the steps of his house, waiting for him to come home from school. He'd kick me out of the way. A little while later, he'd come out to play. But I was too small to play with the big kids. We moved away, so I don't know what happened to Scott. I idolized him, but I don't think he knew I was alive. That was almost 3 quarters of a century ago, and I still remember Scott.
 

When I was around 3 yrs. old, I had a "boyfriend" named Alexander. Apparently, he liked to play "Mommy and Daddy", kissing me on the cheek and going off to work. Then, we moved to another Province. I don't know if I'd call him my hero, though.
 
My lovely friends were the+local shop owners at the bottom of our=road
mr and mrs Pearce+
I think they spoilt me as when they had their Australian grandson Kim over for the 6weeks summer holidays i always played with me and took him out Aww…I was 6yrs old …..
great memories ….
 
The older couple across the street had a son living with them who was a wild guy. He had served in Korea and had a real human skull that he'd show us if we begged hard enough. He'd also show us his tattoos, which were pretty impressive.

He had a souped-up hot rod that he'd race around in, which impressed the heck out of the boys. Unfortunately, that hot rod was the cause of his death.

I wouldn't call him a hero but he definitely was the neighborhood character and stereotypical "bad boy".
 
I had a few heroes.
  • One of my best friends was the star of the basketball team and track team. He had a room full of trophies. I'm not entirely sure why he hung around with me since I wasn't all that athletic or popular. He was offered several scholarships, but turned them all down and just went to work in an electronics factory and started a family.
  • I had another friend whose father was in the mafia and on the city council, plus he owned a few businesses in the small town where I grew up. My friend was our pot supplier. We'd get pulled over on occasion for reasons that elude me now, but the cop would recognize him and because of his father's power, he'd let us go after a few minutes of friendly banter, like the cop would ask my friend how his family was doing and things like that with an almost apologetic tone for pulling us over. I used to get a kick out of that.
 
I really had no neighborhood heroes, but there were neighborhood bullies! Once while shoveling snow from my parent’s sidewalk, a foul kid several grades ahead of me came along and began kicking my shoveled snow back on the walk! I ran to my parent’s door and began pounding on it fearing for my life, and finally my mother answered the door. The bully wasn’t much afraid of her, either, but left after trading insults with her… 🙁
 
fuzzybuddy said:
When I was 3/4, I had a neighborhood "hero". He was Scott. He was in the second grade. He was just so cool. He could print his name, and I was super impressed. I used to sit on the steps of his house, waiting for him to come home from school. He'd kick me out of the way. A little while later, he'd come out to play. But I was too small to play with the big kids. We moved away, so I don't know what happened to Scott. I idolized him, but I don't think he knew I was alive. That was almost 3 quarters of a century ago, and I still remember Scott.
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Why haven't you looked him up, for old times sake.... 🤔
 
There was a kid maybe teen, Frankie Arrabona. He was short always clean and dressed neat in style hair and all like Fabian.
The neighborhood was safe, probably due to his relatives. Eagle Park even though, across the canal was the projects where a real arse jumped me on my way home he threw me over the railing and proceeded to choke me he finally let me go well, he begged me to release his finger from my teeth. Then he ran toward that bad place the project.
Otherwise I would had been safer if I didn't have to walk home alone at 10 pm.
My so called I thought was my date/bf..bobby.
I had taken him over to my best friends house and when I said I had to be going he didn't want to leave.
Because he was all that into my best friend who was ready to play with him.
Anyway I'm sure, Frankie would had something to say about that....after that I never went out again.
Wish it never happened for I did pass out then for it seemed to me forever.
Tragic I was on my street, and felt someone was following me. Probably stalked me from so called Doreen's house.
I thought it was Frankie......why I didn't run
 
And I'm sorry @fuzzybuddy i totally missed the word 'kid' before.hero in your question.

The honest answer is no because i was such a loner only occasionally playing baseball or exploring woods with neighbor kids (mostly so i could honestly say i hadn't gone into woods alone which was a spanking offense). For same reason when i was 8 i got 12 yr old new girl to area to go swimming with me in river by our house that burned down. I ended up pulling her out when she panicked for some reason.

I looked up to my older sisters but they were all several years older than me.
 
Autumn72 said:
Why haven't you looked him up, for old times sake.... 🤔
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All I remember was his first name, Scott. I moved away about a year later. Scott was the oldest kid in the neighborhood, I don't think Scott even knew I was alive. The only interaction we had was when he push me aside to make way for him on his steps
 
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BTW I was thinking about this. Here, in 1949, I was about 3, or 4, sitting, alone in a stairway waiting for my "idol" to come home from school. My mom had no idea I was doing that. It was what parents did in 1949. Today, my mom would have been charged with child neglect, a 911 search would be activated, cops, search parties and helicopters would be all over. In 1949, where's your kid? he's outside playing, someplace.
 
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