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cstanhope@social.coop ("Your friendly 'net denizen") wrote:
When I was 12 my mother was driving us back home in the truck we had at the time. There was a gate across the driveway to the property (we had a 1 acre property on the wrong side of the tracks). Our normal routine was to stop the vehicle and somebody not driving would get the gate. This time my mom asked me to get out and get the gate... while we were still driving up the road to our lot...