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Being a Sailoor Part 2

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School started right on time , just like always. Now I was in two bands, the Sailoors and the Howard Perrin sixth grade band. As a Sailoor, I was still playing Strawberry Fields and Penny Lane and while in the school band, was playing Colonel John and Little Brown Jug. I was rockin! As the school year progressed, the boys and I didn
 
you have really shared some life here, sounds a bit like mine. I don't have the guts to tell it like you <img src="/metal/html/shocked.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":shock">
But i'm listening close <img src="/metal/html/grin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":grin">
Wayne
 
be alive Wayne. Ive had a great life even though it took me over 40 years to get my priorities in order. I am truly blessed!
Lil Brother <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
as we look back on our innocent childhood, we see those mistakes made then as just part of growing older. most, of us had to deal with being in the wrong group,at the wrong time and it did get scarry at times like you have portrayed here......maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of the turnaround towards the Christain life you now lead
reading with interest--awaiting the outcome here....
 
I did my share, you can bet on that. I knew the cops but never thought I was a bad kid, at the time.
I look back on it and I figured a good old ass kicking is what I needed. If I had had a kid like me, I would have kilt it <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
These are the types of story's that awaken memories in many of us.
How did we ever manage to survive?
Sometimes the stunts are not very smart either. I had a buddy that, along with some friends but not me this time, went to a new subdivision they were putting in, back in the 50's and decided to trash some houses in the process of being built.
They did a lot of things but the way the dang fools were caught was when my buddy wrote his initials in the we plaster. He was busted and his dad rearanged his arse.
The best thing that can happen to a kid is getting caught..
 
we got caught. I knew then that I might not want to be a sailoor, but I KNEW I didnt want to be a crook!
Lil Brother <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
deserved every whipping my Daddy gave me. Believe me, when he gave you one, you knew it. Hed grab my hand and with the other, the big black belt would start flying. Id be doing a little dance in no time!
Lil Brother <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)"> <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
and you are right. Ray and Danny were trouble growing up. Creatures of their creations. Can't wait to go up and read more. Love you, Linda
 
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