When I was growing up in California in the 50's, I never experienced any type of violence. All of my family members seemed pretty well-adjusted. Oh, we had those quirky relatives. Aunt Ethel who would drink the cooking sherry at family gatherings. As a kid, I always wondered why she would take a nap while everyone else having fun. Cousins Mike and Jim, those pesky teenagers, loved to talk about "streaking" when they would go camping or to the beach. For those of you who don't know what STREAKING is........It's runnin' naked as a jay bird in front of other people. Those boys loved to shock people. More about those two fellows later. Anyway, I led a rather "charmed" life as a kid.
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