tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post7842459024196527831..comments2023-11-03T03:46:48.889-04:00Comments on Deep Thoughts: Memories of the PastThis Is My Blog - fishing guyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03826128050970967135noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post-63814037631843746042008-02-16T11:21:00.000-05:002008-02-16T11:21:00.000-05:00I remember days like that too, FG. I spent 12 yea...I remember days like that too, FG. I spent 12 years of my life in Flint, Michigan. It was nothing for us to walk the streets after dark.<BR/><BR/>My mom became everyone's "homeroom mother". Other kids used to call her mom. We would play all day outside. We were always safe.<BR/><BR/>About 10 years ago I ran into a retired police officer who worked where my neighborhood was. He told me never to go back there because it's very dangerous there.<BR/><BR/>It's sad how the places we loved have grown dark and dangerous.<BR/><BR/>I won't walk outside at night anymore.<BR/><BR/>You're right about kids today. All they want is TV, iPods and video games. To this day, a good game of kickball, hopscotch and hide and seek in the dark is still fun to me. Parks, horseback riding and site seeing is my idea of fun.Shark Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09148235602133742425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-973593384239080192.post-79429419883900332132008-02-05T21:38:00.000-05:002008-02-05T21:38:00.000-05:00THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKYOU FOR VISITING!!!! YOUR...THANK YOU THANK YOU THANKYOU FOR VISITING!!!! YOUR REALY FUNNY SPREAD THE WORD ABOUT MY BLOG O.K.Alex Greenhillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10476575477342197649noreply@blogger.com