Sea What Makes “Boro Kids” So Great…

Boro kids.

Back in the day, we didn’t need social media to find everyone.

The only phone we’d call would be the pay phones up at the boards to see who was up there hanging out.

We’d get on our bikes and pedal the 08742 circuit, checking driveways and lawns for piles of bikes.  That was our text message, our notification of where everyone was.

Sometimes we’d ride double, and the friend on the handlebars would hold on for dear life.  Helmets?  Please….

Past Brue Video and Vesuvios.  Perhaps we’d rent a movie for later (our “On Demand”), or get a slice and a sarsaparilla.

Swing by the Rec Center and fields to see who was playing basketball, baseball, football, soccer. Over the bridge, down to Beacon to check out the beach.

Boro kids.

Up to the boards.  See who was working, and who was on their break from their ride or game shift.  Around the Inlet a few times, stopping here and there to talk to friends.  If it was Thursday, we’d look up to catch the fireworks.

The smell of salt air, cotton candy, and boardwalk fries simply intoxicating us.

Maybe we’d stop at the OB for something to eat, of course before it burned down…or try to win some candy at the Heart of Gold game stand, of course before it burned down…or get a slice at Cici’s, of course before it burned down…

Check the Bay Head beaches, starting at Osborne to Karge, Harris, and Bridge…stopping at the Bluffs, and maybe going all the way down East Ave.

Sometimes we’d drive, but our bikes were sacred.  Sure, they’d get stolen at times, but we’d be at Point Bikes or A1 the next day for a replacement.

Boro kids.

Good memories.  Good times.  Laughter.  Fun.  An innocence all of its own during the time of Milli Vannili, Pretty Woman, Bel Biv Devoe, New Kids, Pepsi Clear, and cheap gas, to name a few.

Boro kids.

As we reached the legal age, we traded bikes for cabs and designated drivers.  Checking out the local watering holes.  Catching up with other Boro kids.

One by one, each of us became an adult and got jobs, served our country, moved away, got married, had families, and some of our kids are the new generation of…Boro kids.

Somehow, the calendar fast forwarded 25-some-odd years.

Each of us making a life.  Each of us moving forward on our own path.

But what bonds us all are those Boro ties, connecting us to the other Boro kids.

Forever strong, forever there, forever friends.

When one succeeds, we all succeed.  When one suffers, we all suffer.  When one needs us, we got their back.

No.  Matter.  What.

Boro kids.

There’s nothing better in the world than being one.

This is written for all of the Boro Kids out there, but especially for my friends, Roscoe and Stacey.  The bond tying us all together is strong, no matter what year may be on the calendar or when we last saw each other in person.

Roscoe and Stacey, you are forever loved, forever special, and forever Boro kids.

Author’s Note:  Life dealt Roscoe a bad hand and he is in the fight of his life right now.  As he battles the terrible monster known as Cancer, please join me in praying for a miracle, and in praying for strength for his wonderful wife Stacey and two children.

14 thoughts on “Sea What Makes “Boro Kids” So Great…

  1. Made me cry Jill. So true. Every bit of it. I haven’t lived in the Boro since I left for college, but it’s still my hometown and I still feel very connected to everyone there and everyone who moved away.


  2. Proud to be a Boro Kid! Thank you Jill for reminding me why I miss the Boro so very much! I might live in Florida now but I will always be a Boro kid at heart! Love to all of you Boro kids out there but especially to Roscoe and Stacey! Fight the fight the Roscoe! Praying for you and your family always!


  3. Jill, you nailed it. Our 80s lives. I hope Roscoe and Stacey have read this…”Hey let’s all meet under the bridge at 8:30 every night this summer on bikes, and see what happens. We are all friends!” Those were the best of times.


    1. Thanks Kris! I enjoyed writing it, and I am so glad that it has brought good memories to so many. Have a wonderful day and thanks again for taking the time to write a comment. 🙂


  4. I’ve read and re-read this many times already Jill! It brings up so many great memories! I feel badly for my children, here in PA people don’t have friendships or memories quite like we were gifted with in the Boro. Not every memory was great, but the ones that were cant be beat! WE ALL KNEW EACH OTHER, 4 years fwd and 4 years back!!! My kids dont know kids in their class!!! I’d add snowballs tossed at football games…twister boards displayed at football games too and the line of chairs down Beacon Beach! Im praying for a miracle because MANY of those good memories included Roscoe! You need to add a place at the end to add our own lines! I mean its perfect as it is of course but as I wrote this I came up with more!!! Sneaking out needs to be added too, IDK if other people from other towns made this into as much of an art at we did in the Boro! No worries Ill just sneak out! Thanks for writing, and I love this pretty little blog spot too! ❤


    1. Thank you Michelle! I actually thought about sneaking out about an hour after I published it, and was telling friends at school about it! I’m glad we think alike. And you are right…we all knew each other. That is still true and still sticks out so much. I’m glad we had a lot of memories together. Hope your kids have a great school year! ❤ ❤


  5. Love it! Born and raised in the Boro. No longer live in the area bit, it will always be a part of me. Love to Stacy and Roscoe. Great job Jill!


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