Life from a five year old's perspective

I agree with all......Except I was raised in the country......No streets. No close in neighborhoods and DIRT roads........I was roaming the woods at age 8 with a20 ga SS shotgun.........As long as you got home by dark....All was well.

I got a slow start. I started roaming the wood alone at 11 when my brother started driving and with a SS 22 at 13. Mom's voice didn't carry well in the woods, but I could hear that police whistle far more than 2 farms away!! The dogs didn't so much as keep me out of trouble as get me out of trouble!

Ivan
 
I was a town kid....but lived in the woods or on the rivers/bay.. We had 3 farms in town. My time to be home was when street lights came on...cept in hunting seasons....Full dark in winter. My SS was a Win 410 at 9 yo. My fav teacher was Miss Baxter...Some kinda Aunt...but I seemed to be related to everybody...cause everybody would swat my butt If I did what I shouldn't.
 
Freedom was getting my first bike.Second dose of freedom was buying a homemade mini bike from a classmate at 13 with my paper route money. My parents friends would rat me out for riding in moderate traffic (mom worked and I wasn't allowed to ride on the streets) I sold it at the end of that summer for a modest profit [emoji4]
 
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May have told this before............When I was a young(1968) my Dad "share cropped" a small patch of watermelons with me......Stipulating that an profits left over after buying my school clothes would be mine to spend.
I had at the time a Winchester 290 that I had paid $60.00 for several years earlier...... Back in the day when you could walk in the store. Buy a gun and walk out(just like buying a shovel)
Anyways I traded that and $20.00 to the local Western Auto for a Browning .22 SAR.....That I still have today.
Anyways the jist of this tale is I would wrap that Browning in a towel and tie it to the "boy bar" on my bicycle. It went everywhere with me..
Back then .22LR was around 50 cents a box.
 
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