You might be a city kid if...
~you learned to identify numbers by punching elevator buttons.
~your greatest childhood fear is "dark, dark" subway tunnels.
~there's an ice cream truck parked on your corner. And the next the corner. And the next corner.
~all the grass you play in is publicly owned.
~your mailbox comes with a key.
~you think trees grow on roofs just as easily as on land.
~you and your brother are celebrated for garnering HOV lane access.
~you wield a Metro card with more dexterity than the tourists.
~you can count on one hand the number of bug bites you've had in your lifetime.
~you expect to be serenaded by street musicians on your afternoon strolls.
~you've been commissioned to be the family's official parking spot spotter.
~your mother lets you play baseball and ride a bike indoors.
~you think every problem can be fixed by the resident maintenance man.
And, you might be a city kid if...
~your version of the old song goes, "Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, doorman vous? doorman vous?"