Well, I’m still remembering and reminiscing about the days when my children were little. I’ll share a few more stories about raising kids in the ghetto. We ended up in this run-down neighborhood when we bought a house and fixed it up. It was the nicest place in the entire neighborhood, but it would not sell because no one who could afford to buy it wanted to live there. It was cold outside and my son was playing in the backyard. He wanted to warm things up a bit. When things heated up a bit too much he came running
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