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Mecurochrome! I haven't thought of that stuff in years. Do they even make it anymore? I used to love how it felt cool going on and of corse the neat neon orange on your boo boo for a few days.
I experienced the same things alot of you posted. I remember when I was 4 or 5, I rode my Sherlock (a hound dog caterpiller looking riding toy with a Sherlock Holmes type hat, been trying to find one on E-bay for yrs.) around the block and was gone doing my kid thing for about an hour before my mom noticed I was missing. She was hysterical until she found me but not a thing happened to me and we lived in a pretty bad area of Detroit at the time. I wasn't abducted, molested or raped.
I broke my arm when I was 7 trying to ride my bike no-handed like the big kids. I shattered my elbow and broke the bones in my forearm. Our downstairs neighbor who was a total ditz, heard me screaming and ran out to me. She proceeded to grab my bent and broken arm and yank it straight out away from my body causing me to scream bloody murder in pain until my mom got outside. The doctor's thought she compounded the damage for which I had to have two surgeries. Did my parents sue her? Hell no, the thought probably never entered their minds. They just racked it up to yet another idiotic thing she'd done and we went about our business.
Yup, things were much simpler and safer back then. I do miss the good 'ol days.
Ali
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