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drinking from the hose..
"My curfew was the street lights, my Mom called my name not my mobile, I played outside with friends, not online, if I didn't eat what mom cooked I didn't eat, sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap, I rode a bike with no helmet, getting dirty was OK, and neighbors gave a damn just as much as your parents did. I drank from a garden hose...& survived.."
~Unknown source
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