[WideRight05]

I was born in the mid 70's in Alaska. I was a little more than a year old when my dad got orders to move to Arkansas, my mom will not fly. When it was time to move my dad built a platform in the back seat of our Jeep Cherokee so I would have a place to play during the long drive.
My dad retired from the service in 1980 and we moved to Kentucky. One of our first days in the neighborhood, my mom and I took a walk through the neighborhood. Every person she saw out she would introduce herself, then the next sentence was "This is my son, if you see him getting into trouble bust his ass and take him to our house on the corner so we can bust his." Many of the neighbors with kids told her to do the same thing with their kids. That statement alone kept me and many other kids in the neigborhood out of a lot of trouble growing up.

I am even more jealous of you because you got to grow up during the 80's, the best decade EVER!!