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I was allowed to go out in the backyard and play if I told my mom I would be outside so she could look out and check on me. The worst I managed to do was "paint" the inside wall of my play house (a little wooden shack that would fit three or four kids) with a bucket of water, pokeweed berries, and mud. That was pretty much the extent of my freedom. I was allowed to ride my bike up and down the street, but God forbid I decided to go around the block or even onto another street.
My mom was very overprotective in general, and because of that, I now have a near complete disregard for personal safety, common sense, and conventional wisdom.
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