My leukemia's back.

Oh My!

I grew up on 40 acres. When it was dinner time, Dad would blow out a whistle for us to come home. There was not much stranger danger out there!

It was, indeed, a different world. My early means of transportation were my bicycle or hitch hiking. (I'd kill any of my kids or grand kids if they ever hitch hiked.) Days would be spent either fishing, hunting, or wandering around on the Sourlands. It was a good childhood.
 
It was, indeed, a different world. My early means of transportation were my bicycle or hitch hiking. (I'd kill any of my kids or grand kids if they ever hitch hiked.) Days would be spent either fishing, hunting, or wandering around on the Sourlands. It was a good childhood.
The best summers where when I completely lost track of what day it was. We only had AM radio and two channels on the TV!
 
The best summers where when I completely lost track of what day it was. We only had AM radio and two channels on the TV!

I'm not quite certain why (we surely weren't wealthy) but we had the first TV in our little community. All of the neighborhood kids would be in the house watching television, and I would be outside doing something. That has not changed. Perhaps that explains the dermatologist's comment when he first saw me - "Evidently you've spent a lot of time outside."
 
Cutting out the middleman?

I've never hitch hiked. Don't know if it is more dangerous now than it (apparently) wasn't 50 years ago.

In all the times that I hitched only once did I feel uncomfortable. Well dressed man, Bible on the console, no conversation. Something felt very wrong. I said, "I think I am going to vomit." He stopped. I got out and ran like hell.

I routinely picked up hitch hikers until one day when I picked up someone high on something. Got rid of him, and never again.
 
Back when I was a kid, and the area I grew up in, ALL of us were free-range kids. Transportation was bicycle, horseback, or walking. We got all around the community that way. Fishing at the river, swimming in the springs, grabbing oranges from the grove, were typical activities. We didn't hitchhike a lot. Normally if there was somewhere we all wanted to go that was too far away for normal transportation, usually into town, several in the group had an older sibling that hadn't been driving long enough for the "newness" to have worn off, so they were willing to drive us. Parents were an option at times too.
 
Back when I was a kid, and the area I grew up in, ALL of us were free-range kids. Transportation was bicycle, horseback, or walking. We got all around the community that way. Fishing at the river, swimming in the springs, grabbing oranges from the grove, were typical activities. We didn't hitchhike a lot. Normally if there was somewhere we all wanted to go that was too far away for normal transportation, usually into town, several in the group had an older sibling that hadn't been driving long enough for the "newness" to have worn off, so they were willing to drive us. Parents were an option at times too.

We both grew up in a better time. I knew every fruit tree in the neighborhood, and when the fruit would be ripe. :p I've never known a better peach than the white peaches we used to snitch from the side of Mrs Sauter's sheep pen. :oops:
 
I was raised as a free range child. Turned loose and allowed to go where/do whatever I chose. Just the nature of the lady. She spoiled my father too. Next marriage for me will be that sort of woman. :lau
Silly Goose..you would not even dream of there being another woman. I was also one of those free ranged kids. I wish our children could .. Grandchildren, could be free ranged too. :hmm
 

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