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In the early 1960s I was in Foster Homes with two of my older brothers on Phoenix,AZ. The first place where we were sent to was two big fat nasty woman with about 8 or 10 dirty kids running around. We had to stay in the fenced in back yard all day and ate once a day. I saw a kid take a extra piece of cornbread off the tray and the woman slapped the crap out of him. After about a month of this the three of us just walked out the front door together down the street. About an hour later a cop pulls up to us and tells us "Get in." The next Foster home was in Apache Junction where we had the run of the house and the people were nice to us. She said "Eat when you want but clean up after yourself." Wow! never heard that before. I could go on and on.