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I'm 45 and just cought the last bit of America. I can remember no microwaves, three channels, no/few remote's, the cops never wore vest's, they let me go countless, countless times driving under age some times w/a hunting rifle in the car, I would go out into the Florida swamps and not come back til' dark, I have had hundreds of stiches, broken arms, black eyes and dog bites, a guy hit me in his car while I was on my bicycle skipping school, skinned me up pretty good. He made me tell him where I lived, my ol' man THANKED HIM for bringing me home and told me I should have been in school. I could go on... We were definately part of the wild bunch. Good times!!...