The summer night was dark and cool as we sat in our new backyard, the air oddly devoid of the humidity we’re accustomed to. One child sat on the steps counting and the other boys ran across the xeriscaped yard, feet crunching on the gravel and rocks. Their flashlights punctured through the dark night in jostled streaks and then went dark as they crouched into hiding places. They had until the count of 30 and then it was on. My husband and I sat comfortably in our green Adirondack chairs, ready to act as mediator and referee when necessary. It was often necessary. I wonder if my friends and I fought…