If the truth shall kill them, let them die. Always learning & growing so never the same. Merely a humble student & no master.
I miss old America...don;t you guys? Remember when no one followed you putting bumpers everywhere and strapping helmets on you? How did we live through all this?
We didn’t have streetlights, but basically somehow you ended up at home when it got dark. We played outside, rode horses bikes and go carts, used real
axes and saws to cut paths through the woods and build forts and tree houses. We didn’t need to be coddled or watched over, it was the most amazing time to grow up.
If the truth shall kill them, let them die. Always learning & growing so never the same. Merely a humble student & no master.
When we (my buds and I) were 12 and 13 years old, we used to walk into the general store in our home town WITH shotguns in our hands, and buy shot shells to walk thru town with the guns/ammo to go squirrel hunt. Poor boys couldn't afford a box of shells so the store owner would sell them to us individually for ¢.50 each. We could all afford to buy two or three and that was enough for a success story for squirrel. If not, we always found plenty of tactical stumps, strategically tossed cans into the river to shoot from the bridge as they passed beneath us floating...but nary a single unspent shell ever made it home. We even used to be able to bike all over and gather soft drink bottles to redeem for a dime each for those shells mentioned!
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We basically did the same, walked to the store every afternoon, got a soda and a candy bar and went home to find other projects to embark upon. My dad always left his change laying around so I didn’t have to search for soda bottles, i think he did it on purpose so I wouldn’t bug him for money every afternoon 😂
