Frfee Range Kid

I grew up as a free-range kid,

  There were no rules for what I did.

The folks cared not where I would roam,

  They just hoped I’d make it home.

If they’d known I’d erred somewhat,

  They’d have probably whipped my butt. 

I skated when the ice was thin,

  Never saying where I’d been.

Shot Magpies with a BB gun,

  Skinny-dipped, just for fun.

Threw snowballs at an old cop car,

  Tried to run, didn’t get far.

We smoked our cigs behind the barn,

  And figured it would do no harm.

We stole apples from the neighbor’s yard,

  But when he caught us, we worked hard.

My report card said it all,

  Conduct made my grades to fall.

I played hooky with my crew,

  Even tried some home-made brew.

Took a joyride in the truck,

  Got it stuck in the muck.

We put Aspirin in our Cokes,

  Even told some dirty jokes.

I don’t know how we survived,

  But somehow, we all thrived.

I hope you had a life like mine,

  And it all turned out fine.

There isn’t much that needs un-did,

  Glad I was a free-range kid.

LDT Feb 4, ‘25

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