Don’t cross the street!

When I was four years old, we lived in a quiet suburb outside of Chicago called Oak Lawn. My best friend Tommy lived across the street from me and I was a frequent visitor in his home, as he was in mine.

The only problem was that I was forbidden to cross the street to see him unless an adult was present. My mother warned me several times about disobeying her, and told me that it would lead to a spanking.

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