Comment: In the early 60's my family lived on a cul-de-sac

for a few years, and the road was our playground. There were upwards of 20 kids on the cul-de-sac, including two families with 6 kids apiece. Now days there are so few kids they stick out like sore thumbs, plenty of grumpy politically correct mean people, and cops who can't think reasonably and rationally. Bad combination.

From there we moved to the country and had horses. Every summer we kids roamed for empty mile upon empty mile of BLM land, exploring the gold mining ruins of the Mother Lode in California, swimming in the rivers, and visiting various strange folks in their shacks, and just having a blast (we minded our manners). I went back in the early 90's to show my kids where I enjoyed my freedom, but the roads were fenced off, and the forests, by people who grew pot out there and would shoot anyone who came near.