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I ’ve lived all of my 59 years in New Jersey. I grew up in a Bugs Bunny Tasmanian Devil Wile E. Coyote Miami Dolphins shirt sized city where homes were right next to each other. The streets were our playground . Football, baseball , stickball, we played them all in the streets. Sometimes an elderly neighbor would complain about our noise or become upset by footballs bouncing off cars and call the police. The police would stop by, ask us to cut down on the noise and go their way. The bicycle was king. It took us everywhere. No parents shuttling us between play dates. If we wanted to go somewhere, we took our bikes. Fast forward 20 or so years I moved to the “country”. At least New Jersey’s version of it. Not quite like the country in Alabama, Vermont or Nebraska, but where I live now I can’t put the trash out too early, lest the local bear will rip into it.

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When I was quite small, my family were Jehovah’s Witnesses. My big brothers remembered their Catholic beginnings, they remembered magical Christmases. My little brother and I did not, we’d never been Catholic yet. We used to get very sad that all of our friends had lovely Christmas or Hanukkah, and we did not. We’d pout. My big brothers tried their best to console us. Our best friends lived across the Awesome The collective Hound Mouth 500 racing houndmouth T shirt . Their dad was not home much, but he was a very stern man. He had quite the temper (when we grew up, we realized that he was always drunk, but when we were small he was just scary). He had a Doberman called Rex who we were all also terrified of. One year, I’m probably four or five, we’re sitting in my brothers’ room wistfully staring out the window at our friends playing with their new toys, wearing their Christmas sweaters, all that. The oldest two brothers, maybe trying to console us, convince us that we do not want Christmas at all. They tell us that Scary Dad is Santa Claus. They tell us that Rex the Doberman is actually Rudolph. Would we really want Rex landing on our roof? Would we really want Scary Dad judging whether we were naughty or nice, and sneaking into our house while we slept?

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