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Originally Posted by WateryBoil
me and my friends used to wander and bike thru the forest and onto other streets all over our town when we were ages 6-10 lol, literally no one knew exactly where we were, just "outside" was the answer.
I could have written this verbatim.
A memory came to me recently, not something I had forgotten but I thought of it in a different way. For some ungodly reason my mother thought a spiked mullet might he a good haircut for her 3 year old in 1990. The hair was long enough to touch my shoulders, and I recall one time being on the street corner in front of my house and some rando in a pick up pulled up and addressed me as "little girl" out his window. I responded that I was a boy, and i dont recall what exactly happened after but he soon drove off. I wonder if i was a potential target.