And when we’d hear the dreaded first name and middle name drifting down the street, we knew we had seconds to respond and skedaddle. The Best of Times!
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We used to wander miles down a creek to a place where rope swings were hung from a railroad trestle that spanned a lagoon full of carp and bullfrog tadpoles, and get our clothes soaked wading out to grab the ropes.
Always got scolded when we got home, but we always got home!
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