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This thread is great. I'm 35 this year and when I look back at my childhood it amazes me that my older brother and I made it through.
for example, I recall riding in my parents 69 dodge dart in the rear window deck and not just around town, my parents drove all over hells half acre with us riding up there.
Pellet gun wars, rock, dirt clod, ice ball and lawn dart wars.
Steal.... errr borrowing shopping carts from my Grandparents grocery store and riding them down a huge street hill during summer break. Ramping my aluminum tobbogan over a small creek at the bottom of a huge hill every winter. The creek was only about 10 feet wide but when I think about it now I cringe. Head first into the frozen creek bank would have broken my neck or back for sure. Climbing the lighthouse and jumping 60 feet into 12 feet of water. man that was dumb.
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