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We had four pear treas, three apple trees, a walnut tree and two cherry trees in our yard but I don't really remember ever getting called to duty to pick up after them (though all the apples and walnuts did eventually get used as ad hoc baseballs and hit into the empty lot behind us).
Having almost 1 acre of lawn made being the designated lawn mower really suck.
The "please let my son here buy cigarettes for me" letter is a nice memory. If my parents had been drinkers I wonder if it would have worked for beer. Of course, it was the convenience store one block away and all the clerks knew us so I'm sure the note was just a formality. I wonder if they accepted them from people unknown.
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