You Might Be a City Kid If

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?"