as a child, my mother supervised us but she gave us our freedom. i remember that we would go “exploring” in my back yard! and we would stay out until dark. i also got into fights with my friends and then we got happy again and we got scars and cuts but i dont really remember the pain, only the memory of how it happened. i grew up as a good person and i have a busy life style now but i think that childrens should enjoy their summers the way i did, so they can have their own memories. i think my story totally supports Gibbs’s point and i think that children should get their fun summers.
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