So, so true.
Me and my Doberman ran amok in the boondocks. Hell, in the summer, I stayed in a little fort my brother and I built near the Abbe creek near Abbeville Alabama. We hunt squirrels with a .22 and fished, sometimes not going home for several days. Daddy would come by and make sure we were alright but momma didnt seem to care much. This was when I was 11-15 years old. At 15 I got a job at the piggly wiggly.