I remember when I was like 7 I used to ride my bike 4mi out along a semi truck route to my great Grandparents farm.
(no shoulder, no helmet, no worries)
I would get out there and “Shorty” My Great Grandad, would give me a dime to get him a plug of beechnut chewy tobacco.
I would ride 4 mi back to Browns drug store. but the tobacco on the counter along with the dime, get like 3c back, no questions asked and ride back out to the farm, where lunch would be waiting.
Fun times, wasn’t it. As kids we’d swim in rice canals and the “Bayou de View”. We called it “The Bi-Oh”. Not one kid ever drowned.
Remember this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8ZctfipzxQ