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Lost last year in Vermont I found my way using all the side streets. It brought my mind back to when I was a child and playing on streets like these. You didn't have to worry about getting hit by a car. The only thing you did worry about was braking Old man Morgans window. He would chase, catch you and then take you back to your house. Then the next day my dad would fix mister Morgans window. I loved my dad and to this day I have never broken another window. Well maybe one more but that's another story. Victor