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WIWAK parents regularly drunk-drove their kids around, and nobody wore seatbelts. I can remember laying on the ledge of the rear windshield many times.
WIWAK if you could ride your bike no hands around the block you were good, on one wheel you were a legend.

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WIWAK, my mother would kick me and brothers out of the house for fighting. When my Dad got home, he'd give us sparring boxing gloves and let us beat the shit out of one another in the front yard.
Whoever fought the hardest got to go inside to eat dinner first.
I was never hungry.
WIWAK I remember the whole neighborhood would get together every summer for football and baseball games and there would always be one big water gun/balloon war that lasted all day and we all went home soaked and shivering.
Now the kids barely know each other and never leave the house.
