I remember my childhood as much like the original , "Our Gang ," movies . My Mom gave birth to my brother , when I was one and a half , so I was given a lot of freedom to roam early on . I remember a broken concrete block wall , that worked like stair steps , that we used to get to the roof top of a string of flat roofed townhouses . One had been made into a bar with a false front wall extension . I can remember being up there looking at the people over that wall , until some guy came out and yelled at us for being on his roof . Another kid showed me , that if you took empty glass milk bottles to another little store , you could get candy in exchange for them . Somehow Mom found out about it , and I got a talk about stealing (what ever that meant ) .