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Man . . . The old days I miss those days were you can go outside and play with your friends all day til you mama tells you to come inside and eat. I miss when you don't have to pay bills everything was free all you have to do is ask your mama. Like I tell my daughter , baby don't grow up to fast you have along time to do grown people things. I wish someone could have told me that when I was little because I grew up around bad people that I looked up to. I stayed out all night didn't come home to til 7 in the morning when it was time to go to school. But I remember when my daughter said one day , daddy what was the best thing you remember from your child hood. I told her I really could not remember anything. But I lied there was one thing , it was when I was 7 it was Christmas day I got the best gift every it was a red and black bike. That's all I wanted and it was so cool. It was like the best gift anybody could ever give me. Everyday I would ride I took care of it like it was my child, best friend, or even girlfriend . . . .