July 1, 2009
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Looking back, I realize it was controlled freedom, but we’d stay out until after dusk when the first parent would appear on the porch, “Dinner!!” If we’d wanted we could have stayed in our hiding spot, tucked away, hidden from the world and our parents would never find us, but we were hungry and the game would end as, one by one, each of us headed home.
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