Growing up Black in Chicago during the 1970s meant our neighborhood was more than just where we lived—it was our entire world. This illustration captures a quiet childhood memory that so many of us shared: sitting by the window on a warm afternoon, watching friends play outside while waiting for ou

Little Missy remembers when summer meant sitting on the steps with a popsicle, good neighbors nearby, and kids still playing outside after the sun went down. No screens. No plans. Just the neighborhood doing what neighborhoods used to do. Chicago 1970s. These were the good days. 💛 #LittleMissyMove