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MY TURN: Much of our childhood was spent in 'The Field'
Weekends were filled with mostly bike rides on the dirt roads and hills created by earth movers preparing the land for the expanding California State University, Dominguez Hills, hide-and-seek in the tall brush or \"domination\" of the old farmhouse, by whichever family or group of kids got there first, and a rock fight for takeover of the house would ensue. Back to the bicycling. My brothers and I were getting adept at fixing stuff with tools, torches and vices thanks to our dad, who was a welder and metal fitter by trade. Knowing we could fix broken bikes made us kind of invincible. We found a few very large hills to coast our Sting-Rays down, attaining ultimate speed of 135 mph at the bottom. Well, almost 135, maybe a little slower. The final lap, I went down that famous hill even faster, as if to say, \"I used to race here in this very spot for a reason, and that is to say, 'In your face, hill!' I win!\" Inadvertently revisiting my childhood under such circumstances was so, well, vengeful.
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