Dirt Roads and Daydreams

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Growing up in my small community, I grew up around family. I also had a few close friends who lived within bike riding distance. My friend, L, lived just down the dirt road from me. We had many spend the night parties at each others house. Her mom and dad smoked, so any time I went over there, I came home smelling like smoke – even though they always smoked “outside” in their shed when I was over there. That’s just the 80s and 90s for you.

I remember one time I was over there and while we were playing outside, I fell on a rabbit cage and cut my leg on a wire that was sticking out. Should I have gotten a tetanus shot? Oh, most definitely. Should I have gotten stitches. Yep. Did I? Nope – we just slapped a band aid on it and continued playing.

We just lived in the moment and loved every minute of it. We played outside until we were called in for dinner.