People must think I am an idiot. Or bold. Maybe they think I live on the edge. I'm not really sure. But this has been going on my entire life. My first memory is of our babysitter. Every once in awhile we would be allowed to go out on the porch and watch the delivery of some milk trucks across the street. The porch was concrete and about 5 feet off the ground. Every time we went out there, the sitter would tell us, or me specifically, "Don't jump off the porch." Even at that young age, (under 5) I had to ask myself - "Is she for real?" Ain't no way you could even pay me to jump off the porch - why would I just do it? We also had an elderly neighbor that I would visit from time to time. She had an old washing machine that you had to put your clothes through the wringer. Sometimes she would let me help her. She would wind the machine and I was allowed to put the clothes through only AFTER she had started them through the flattenin
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