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Don't let "blue" cities tell you what you can and can't do. There are no blue states, only blue cities. Good on those kids.

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>The crack of gunfire was heard across the shooting range as kids, ranging from 8 to 18, concentrated on their targets, their .22 rifles held as steady as possible. Their expressions were serious, their attention zeroed in on the black dots they were aiming at. Once everyone had shot their designated rounds, the range officials declared the range closed. The gravel crunched underfoot as the contestants went to inspect their targets.

Don't let "blue" cities tell you what you can and can't do. There are no blue states, only blue cities. Good on those kids. Archive: https://archive.today/F86i5 From the post: >>The crack of gunfire was heard across the shooting range as kids, ranging from 8 to 18, concentrated on their targets, their .22 rifles held as steady as possible. Their expressions were serious, their attention zeroed in on the black dots they were aiming at. Once everyone had shot their designated rounds, the range officials declared the range closed. The gravel crunched underfoot as the contestants went to inspect their targets.

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When I was 6, and my mom needed some bread and milk, she would give me some money, make me walk to store by myself that was 3/4 of a mile away, down a body street pick out the best bread by feeling to see how soft it was, getting the milk that had the longest expiry date, getting the correct change, and then carrying it all back to her. If someone saw a kid by themselves these days, the cops would be called and the kids would be take away and put into foster homes.

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Sounds about right, I don't know what our age difference is but it could be 2 years or it could be a decade. I did the same thing though it was usually riding my bike with a backpack. That bike was probably older than I was but it still worked.

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Those bikes were awesome. They were heavy, so you had to work a lot harder to use them, and they almost never broke down.

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I learned how to take them apart and repair them when I was in grade school. Not that they really fit me. I hurt myself plenty of times since they were not my size but fuck it. You do you, right?

One even had one of those little "bike light generators" that you flipped down and it would power a small light bulb (before LED's were common or a thing) while you were peddling.