Yep.
I’m corrupt to the core.
[and now “I’m Eighteen” takes on a whole new dimension, does it not?] ;]
My gramma had 3 kids by the time she was 22 and had one die suddenly when the girl was 12.
She worked the fields with kids in diapers running behind her, one suckling held in her arms and a couple toddling, helping her weed.
That woman is my hero.
~Her~ kids were in their 20s when they married and are a bunch of nuts.
The 50s and 60s...if it feels good...
“[and now “I’m Eighteen” takes on a whole new dimension, does it not?] ;]”
If you love the dead, what does it matter if they are 18? ;)
WHAT?!?!? IT’s an Alice Cooper refrence people!!!!
I remember when people did that. I spent many hours at the end of a strawberry field row playing with the other children as our parents picked strawberries.