Tasine wrote:
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In the early '50's my dad let me drive the car from the cotton field to our house.....a few miles of dirt roads. I was 12 years old, and the car was a WWII jeep, stick shift. My sis and I rode our bicycles on the little used highway......we had sense enough to get off the highway when we saw a car coming, and we actually had enough sense to WATCH for cars. My mother also let us play down in the creek bottom.......she knew we knew to watch for snakes and avoid them at all cost. Government and PC purveyors have ruined so much of Americana, and I resent it. Meddling into people's lives WILL NOT MAKE THEM LIVE FOREVER AND WILL NOT ALLOW THEM TO ENJOY LIFE WHILE THEY HAVE IT.
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We had a favorite "rock pit" all of us would be at on the weekends..We'd hang a rope and swing out over the water having a ball..The cops would see us, wait until we left or when they decided it was enough or too many kids, and come take it down..Throwing it to the ground...The next day we'd go back and do it all over again..We had some cool cops that watched out for us more than hassled us....