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I grew up in a small town in South Arkansas. There wasn’t a whole lot to do to ease the boredom of country life. Sitting at home pestering the parents was the next best thing to sipping moonshine and cow-tipping. However fun they may seem, those options are not that great for the teenier crowd. The “terrible twos” was strong with this one. There was pretty much a regular elbow-shaped bruise on my forehead from being constantly within arm’s distance.
