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<blockquote data-quote="susiestar" data-source="post: 755332" data-attributes="member: 1233"><p>I did some things others thought were dangerous but I didn't. My mother used to take us to the worst parts of our city back in the 1970's. There was a farmer's market in Cinci that is well known. It has now been "revitalized" but it was never slow for business. It just was in a horrible neighborhood. Our neighbors were appalled that she went there, and horrified that she took us kids. It was a "ghetto area" after all. There was a Girl's Club about 2 blocks away. Mom volunteered there regularly. Of course we went with her. We were way to young to leave home alone. I was 4-6 when she did that. I used to ask the winos for money to get chicken because I was hungry. I always got money, enough to pay for my chicken and for my brother's and my cousin's too. They played bodyguard so Mom would know if something happened. We did not let our mother know we were doing this, of course. The boys never knew that I got more, often WAY more, than the quarters I shared with them. Like $20 more.</p><p></p><p>She also took us to the schools that everyone was afraid of. Not for fun, to see my Dad, who taught shop there. Everyone knew not to piss him off (at the time he could lift a car engine without any help, and one of his steel tables had a big dent where he punched it when a student refused to give him the gun the student was carrying). I ran all over the 2 worst schools in our city and thought nothing of it. I even used the guy teachers bathroom because the female teachers bathroom was locked. I never worried about anything but my brother shutting me in a locker again. That wasn't fun. But I could sit or stand, so it was just dark. They routinely had students who got stabbed at school, and it could be a dangerous place. I never felt any of it.</p><p></p><p>Years later I had neck surgery and could only work 1/2 days for a while. When riding the bus home, it was when all the kids got out of school. I had some gang members try to threaten me. A big black guy had been standing up right behind me. The gang members tried to mess with me and they got thrown out of the bus while it was moving. They hit the door and it popped open. The man then said he couldn't let anything happen to "Mr. K's wife". I told him I wasn't Mr. K's wife, I was his daughter. We talked for a good half hour about what he thought of my dad. He really liked my dad and said he had a better life now because of it, no way was someone messing with me. The rest of the time I rode that bus, the kids stayed away and never bothered me. Not any of them. I guess word got around.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="susiestar, post: 755332, member: 1233"] I did some things others thought were dangerous but I didn't. My mother used to take us to the worst parts of our city back in the 1970's. There was a farmer's market in Cinci that is well known. It has now been "revitalized" but it was never slow for business. It just was in a horrible neighborhood. Our neighbors were appalled that she went there, and horrified that she took us kids. It was a "ghetto area" after all. There was a Girl's Club about 2 blocks away. Mom volunteered there regularly. Of course we went with her. We were way to young to leave home alone. I was 4-6 when she did that. I used to ask the winos for money to get chicken because I was hungry. I always got money, enough to pay for my chicken and for my brother's and my cousin's too. They played bodyguard so Mom would know if something happened. We did not let our mother know we were doing this, of course. The boys never knew that I got more, often WAY more, than the quarters I shared with them. Like $20 more. She also took us to the schools that everyone was afraid of. Not for fun, to see my Dad, who taught shop there. Everyone knew not to piss him off (at the time he could lift a car engine without any help, and one of his steel tables had a big dent where he punched it when a student refused to give him the gun the student was carrying). I ran all over the 2 worst schools in our city and thought nothing of it. I even used the guy teachers bathroom because the female teachers bathroom was locked. I never worried about anything but my brother shutting me in a locker again. That wasn't fun. But I could sit or stand, so it was just dark. They routinely had students who got stabbed at school, and it could be a dangerous place. I never felt any of it. Years later I had neck surgery and could only work 1/2 days for a while. When riding the bus home, it was when all the kids got out of school. I had some gang members try to threaten me. A big black guy had been standing up right behind me. The gang members tried to mess with me and they got thrown out of the bus while it was moving. They hit the door and it popped open. The man then said he couldn't let anything happen to "Mr. K's wife". I told him I wasn't Mr. K's wife, I was his daughter. We talked for a good half hour about what he thought of my dad. He really liked my dad and said he had a better life now because of it, no way was someone messing with me. The rest of the time I rode that bus, the kids stayed away and never bothered me. Not any of them. I guess word got around. [/QUOTE]
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