Dodging bullies and stealing slingshots
Remember back in the day when you were young, and a small town (such as Detroit Lakes) felt like a huge city, and it was OK to get into trouble, and have adventures?
I remember back when I was 9 years old, and my parents finally let me cross the street by myself, it made me feel free (or at least somewhat).
I remember the first time I got into trouble (or at least real trouble). I was 10 years old and I was going into fifth grade, and it was summertime.
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