Nov. 3

Bored, we created our game. Spy. We would walk around the marketplace a bit, then one of us would casually utter “Spy,” meaning we were ready to ditch the crew and start the game. The self-designated spy would fade back, but only a few yards from the others. We’d learned early on that a true hide-and-seek tournament in Faneuil Hall could go on for years. So we didn’t hide. We spied.