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Inside the World of a New York City 13-Year-Old in 1972

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The end has come—of the school year, that is.

This Tuesday will mark the last day of school for New York City public schools. And by now, most kids all over the country will be free at last. What they’ll do with their free time will vary widely, but in 1972 LIFE Magazine took at the world outside the schoolhouse walls for one particular NYC 13-year-old, a boy named Brian Sullivan.

“If you’re not one, being a city kid can sound like an awful drag,” the magazine noted. “You haven’t got a backyard to fool around in, and since you live in an apartment house the neighbors are likely to complain about any noise you make. A gang may swoop down and steal the city boy’s bike, or grab his bus pass while he’s at the penny arcade, or beat him up while he’s just waiting at the corner for a friend.”

In following Brian, photographer Bill Ray discovered that there was lots for a city kid to do.

It’s a look back at a time when the city was rougher than it is today: Brian had been mugged once, and though his parents let him take the subway alone, they told him to avoid certain streets. But, if the city was more dangerous, it was also more innocent. Brian’s hobbies included shooting off homemade rockets in Central Park, which he did freely, with only the hassle of too many looky-loos, and playing in a junk yard with his friends. (Not everything was innocent: Brian also threw things off the roof of his building.) Brian and his pals roamed the city, unencumbered by social media or cell phones, and in the evenings he played cards with his family.

And, though things have changed in the decades since then, it’s clear that the possibilities for fun were endless—something with which, especially today, a modern city kids could surely agree.

1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. Playing round in the city is fun, Brian Sullivan told LIFE assistant editor Anne Holister, and scary sometimes too. One of us hides in these rocks in Central Park and the others find him. Then we slide down the slope. Some kids fell off it 20 years ago and got killed.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan in the park with friends.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. I launched the rocket and it went out of sight. Then it blew up. The body tube and the fins were floating down, and i climbed up on the fence to see where they would land, but I lost them. I was a little upset. The rocket cost me $1.50. One thing I don't like about shooting off rockets in the park is that everybody comes round to watch, steps on your foot.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan standing on a street in New York City.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan learning to type at school.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. Joann, John, Robert, Dad and I play rummy every night after dinner while Mom does the dishes. It's better than TV. Dad usually wins. Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan with his Siamese cat at home in the kitchen.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. My brother John and I—he's 25—take a lot of walks. This one was down 42nd Street. I can't go there by myself, and don't want to.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. This guy was right out front of the Metropolitan Museum, spouting things from the Bible. He's been around for years. We kept saying "What are you doing, what's all this, what are you, a nut or something?" and he didn't even care.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. I call this the knight room. It's at the Metropolitan. All the armor, the weapons, it's really fascinating. My friend Trevor Johnston and I had a pretend sword fight with a couple of pieces of paper. Some day I'll take up fencing.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan at the Museum of Modern Art.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. Dad took me to the firehouse where he used to be chief. I talked with the men and they let me use the hose. I almost broke a car window with the spray. I think you'd go right up in the air if you held that hose alone.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. See previous slide.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan standing on a street in New York City.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. We go on top of our building and throw pebbles down onto the grass. We get chased a lot. Water bombs are better than pebbles because they make a nice big splash.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Caption from LIFE. I love hockey, there's so much action. Here we're playing on skates in the playground. I was goalie guarding a park bench goal. I'm second from right in this picture.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan riding bikes with friends in Central Park.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images
1972 photo essay about Brian Sullivan, a New York City teenager.
Brian Sullivan with his friends in Central Park.Bill Ray—The LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images

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