My neighborhood included four houses on the east side of Spring Street and the south side of South Street, with only one house facing on the west side of Spring and no houses across South Street. Each house had a vacant lot behind it, and on the west side was also a large sheep pasture belonging to Dr. Robb Simpson. On the west side of Spring was a paved sidewalk. So there was plenty of play space around us.
"Sister" was the accepted leader/boss of our gang and one year on my birthday, June 9, she magnanimously told me that I could be "boss" that day. I was pleased, of course, but my good feeling didn't last beyond noon. By that time "Sister" felt compelled to take the position of "boss" away from me and to assume the role herself. A few years ago, I reminded her of this incident, and she went out and bought a 3-D plastic sign that read "BOSS".
I remember that on our third-grade baseball team "Sister" and I were relegated to the "boonies" on defense, but she could catch a fly ball, while the best I could do was to run down whatever came my way.