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In reply to the discussion: OK, here we go: "I'm so old I remember..." [View all]Genki Hikari
(1,766 posts)43. When I was two, I ran away with the milkman.
Actually, I sneaked into his truck while he was delivering milk to the house. He didn't know I was in there until a few blocks away, when I said, "Where are we going now?"
Scared the crap out of him. He was nearly in tears asking me where I lived, who was my mommy, and I wouldn't tell him. I wanted to see where he went, what he did--all of that. He finally started going backwards on his route, to see who I belonged to. One of the customers recognized me and ratted me out.
Bummer.
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We lived in the country, so our milk came straight from our Jersey cows.
Arkansas Granny
Oct 2022
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