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Feb 14, 2010, 07:40 PM
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Member Since: Jun 2007
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Posts: 5,518
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splitimage
My father used to bath me, but when I turned 5 I had to learn how to do it by myself - I had no clue, lol. He'd check on me by shouting from his chair to make sure my head was still above water - and tell me to hurry, in case I was just in there playing around with the water (which usually was the case). 
I had fun with MY friends here in town too.  We had a community pool and vacant lots to play in. We all had bikes that could take us anywhere - if not we walked as far as we could go. We dug holes in the vacant lots to hide from the bullies, and we built forts from scaps we found in order to plan our own attacks on them. 
We played like that in the winter too - built forts and had snowball fights. We knew where NOT to go and who not to push around - because their snowballs had rocks or hardened ice inside them. 
I only remember getting hit in the face once with a hardened snowball. It came from an older boy at school, but he took me by surprise as I was walking home from school. He was walking behind me and called out my name in a friendly manner. 
I made sure he never did THAT again!
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