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Well said and explained, you speak with truthful tongue cousin. Well explained, showers was community, toilets was a tree or a stinking two holler, same here, moved out at 15 1/2 , construction was my way out.
Our paths were so very similar. It is a small world for sure. Funny you talk about moving out at 15. I did the exact same thing. My Father and I had a dust up over him not paying me a man’s wage for working all day beside him and his buddies. He explained you live under my roof and eat my food, that is your wage. Well me being me I found a solution, I moved out At 15 as well. Told him now you can pay me, he fired me on the spot. I lied about my age and got another job. Never went back. Hah! When our children hit 15 I would often time reminisce about me at that age and shake my head. My kids got raised different and would have no more survived moving out at 15 than the man on the moon. Different times for sure.