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Champion Tomboy of the Neighborhood--could shinny up a pole, climb a tree, ride a bike, rollerskate, jump a fence and hang upsidedown from the third-floor school fire escapes faster and better than any of the boys could...
You sound like my brother. LOL He was famous for doing stunts like that. Mind you we are talking about the days when only a sissy would have worn a helmet.
I don't think they made bike helmets back then... they still look stupid to me.
addendum; One prize possession is a letter from Mom to her Mother and Father, written in exasperation no doubt, asking how a sweet, blond haired/blue eyed little boy could be such a terror. Even being the last of the kids,...
I don't think they made bike helmets back then... they still look stupid to me.
addendum; One prize possession is a letter from Mom to her Mother and Father, written in exasperation no doubt, asking how a sweet, blond haired/blue eyed little boy could be such a terror. Even being the last of the kids, it seems they had never met someone like me.
Lol, Randy! It's my belief that all the regulars here are made of different, tougher stuff. I don't think any of our parents knew what to do with us--I know mine didn't. The world is out there for conquering, in my mind. Okay--so I didn't make a splash. But I did make a difference. We all did.
...what the hell happened?
The bike eventually succumbed to me...
addendum; One prize possession is a letter from Mom to her Mother and Father, written in exasperation no doubt, asking how a sweet, blond haired/blue eyed little boy could be such a terror.
Even being the last of the kids,...