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When I was a Kid…

I wrote that title and had to laugh. Once you get old enough NOT to be a kid, you wish you could take off abut 5 or ten years.

Gone are the days when someone took of you. I remember playing outside and our parents would call us home to get ready to bed. My father’s rule was…as soon as those street lights come on….it’s time to come home”. If we were playing a game such as kick the can, he would come outside and I would see him but he waited and watched the game. If my team was losing he just sat there and watched us. If we were winning, he would call out to us to get home. And it was funny how if one parent started the chain reaction soon all the parents were out there hollering for the kids to all go home.

I think of those days and so many times I have said that if I had a machine that really DID let you go back in time I would be the first in line!!!

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