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I’m not taking a hundred years ago here, but the late 60’s, early 70’s.

It was like that in the late 70s and 80s when I was growing up, also. And in the neighborhood where I live now, it's still like that.

Except for the woman who owns the home (but rents it) across the street. She won't let the kids in her yard because she thinks we'll sue her if they get hurt.

It was like that in the late 70s and 80s when I was growing up, also. `And in the neighborhood where I live now, it's still like that.

I’m so glad you still live in a good place like we had when growing up as kids.

It reminds me of how things used to be.

One day I was waking home from school (First or Second Grade) when one of the neighborhood boys started throwing rocks at me and my friends. I got hit in the head really hard by a big rock and I came home crying and I told my Dad, who after making sure I wasn’t really hurt, consoled me but told me that while that was wrong, “that’s just the way some boys act”. He asked me who did it but before I could even tell him, a knock came at the door.

Standing at our door was our Church Pastor and his son; the son holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands and with many tears in his eyes. The pastor’s son (the rock thrower), asked for me and made a very tearful apology to me and gave me the flowers. Then our Pastor went on to explain to my parents how some other kids in the neighborhood witnessed what happened and “reported” him to his mom and dad and he went on to explain how “Eric” would be punished and grounded for what he did and taught a very important lesson.

Now feeling a lot more sorry for “Eric” than I did for myself, I accepted the flowers and the apology and my parents were glad that “Eric” was taught a lesson and all was well.

There were no lawyers, no councilors or behavioral drugs involved. “Eric” didn’t throw any more rocks and everyone in the neighborhood continued to get along just fine.