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Neighbor had 2 identical cars different colors only drove 1 to church.
One lady on the block who looked fabulous like June Cleaver, Beaver's Mom, and always doled out candy and got to hear what was going on in the Block.
An old woman who no one saw much was the wicked lady
Then you had a poor family who I was always drawn to poor people of those who seemed to be treated differently. On all occasions I was welcomed.
My Mom was responsible for making me bold and handling things on my own. She always encouraged me to do it.
I walked away up the alley for blocks looking for a playground, and boy did I hit the jackpot. These people had a playground like you would find in a park. I was immediately drawn in to play. I was swinging and having a grand time. Meanwhile they got info outta me and called whowver. Then whoever lives there found out my name.
Memories of Fargo
A cop and my Dad picked me up. I'm sure I had a lot to report. The cop let me turn on his siren, so the whole experience was a blast. After that I had to memorize my address and remember to this day 1610 12th St N.
The next time I went missing was to sneak into the fair, which was always at the end of our block every Summer.
I ran across the street and climbed under a tent and I was in. I remember having cotton candy and taking rides so people were accommodating me.
After an hour or so my parents showed up, smart enough to put two and two together to track me down. Then since they had to pay to get in I'm sure we all had some rides and fun. Again no punishment no problemo.
So when I actually ran away from home when I was 17 or 18 it was smooth sailing with perfect rides from Billings to my destination Disco San Francisco. Where I wasn't carded cause I was tall, which always got me respect and booze.
That is how I knew things to be, you grew up and left home to be on your own. Naturally. It worked for me. After that I wondered why other people didn't change their environment, and I learned they didn't have the guts to forge a new path alone, on their own. Sad for them. Maybe they're too short, lol! I'm six four.
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