GhitaAmati
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I live in the house my great grandfather built in 1928. The land I live on has been in my family since before Florida became a state. Everyone within 5 miles of me is either related, or our families have lived so close to each other for so many years, they might as well be family. My kids can run most of the neighborhood without me worrying, they know that if they ever need anything they can go to the closest house and be taken care of. If they arent home in time for dinner, they know some adult will grab them by their ears and drag them home. If they are seen doing anything bad, they are immediatly reprimanded by whoever sees it and taken home. They feel safe, secure, and have dozens of cousins their own age or close by with whom they can spend the entire summer with, playing in the hay bales or terrorizing the cattle. I remember my leash being a bit longer than the one I give my kids, I dont let them play down by the river like I was allowed when I was their age, but for the most part, nothing has changed since I was a kid growing up here. Its wonderful. My kids go to the same school my grandfather, my mother, and I all went to. Surprisingly enough, I think we all had some of the same teachers...there's this old cafeteria lady I swear has to be 107. My grandfather worked at the local harware and feed store for over 40 years, all of us kids have worked there too at some point or another, we were all guarnteed jobs their the minute we turned 15. Most of the county I live in knows someone in my family, and I have a family member in almost every government office here. I know we will never move, eventually I think we will build a new house farther back on the property, we are outgrowing this one and there are times I think it would be easier to level the house and start over instead of continue to repair damages. The minute I pull one thing apart to fix it, I find something else that needs repair too...but I love this house, and this neighborhood. Its quiet..and its dark, no city lights to block out the stars at night.
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I said I was a submissive, I never said I was a GOOD submissive. Sex without love is a meaningless experience, but as far as meaningless experiences go its pretty damn good. ~Woody Allen
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