TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the 1930's, 40's, 50'

[frayed_knot]

I remember running the neighborhood as a very young lad. Never had to worry about being picked up by strangers. Neighbors would take you home and tell on you if you did something bad, and Dad would simply take over from there. We threw dirt clods at each other when playing war. Played football without pads, you name it. Never had a BB gun though, or a dirt bike or go-cart either. I got jipped.