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I remember playing in the creek behind my house and down the street when I was 6 or 7. We caught crayfish and even drank that nasty creek water. Once I put my hand down on a rock with a piece of broken glass on it. I was running home drinking the blood because I thought it would all run out. You can still see small scar 29 years later. I was given a pocketknife when I was in the cub scouts. When I was ten or 11 we used to ride our bikes all over the neighborhood and into the woods and so forth.
When I have kids I will probably be more comfortable because they will have cell phones and instant contact.
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