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[robby]

I grew up in a rugged, aggressive group of boys. It was a Catholic neighborhood, and it seemed that almost every house nearby contributed a couple of boys to the mix. I had two older brothers, and we were kings, our castles were secret tree forts built from stolen lumber, and defended from boys from other neighborhoods with vicious rock fights. It was all good fun, and I lived a Huckleberry Finn sort of existence. Parents didn't worry about us much, as long as we were home for dinner, and had no idea of the crazy stuff we did, skating on thin lake ice in the winter, moving quickly along it as cracked beneath you, the brush fires we started, and how we raced through the storm sewers to evade the spotter planes. I would live the summer shirtless and barefoot, as brown as an Indian, and my callused feet would peel every fall, when I put shoes on to go back to school.

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[robby.livejournal.com]

Well, be sure to get your money's worth. I'll bet it feels good to work out again.