I love the ones about being allowed to roam free. Though I grew up in the 80s far more than the 70s, we were off in the woods near our house (still down in suburban Spokane) constantly, most often without supervision. We crossed a road to do that. I was around the age of 5-6 doing that. I remember climbing tall trees I could have fallen out of and died. I could have been hit by a car. I could have been attacked by a lone saber tooth tiger that mysteriously survived the Paleolithic. I could have had an incredible amount of fun and leaned what it meant to be self responsible and independent from a very early age. One of these things actually happened.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 04:54:48 +0000
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