The good old days I remember were when we all lived in neighborhoods where everyone knew each other and watched out for each other. We never locked our doors because we always felt safe. Those feelings don’t exist anymore and the violence in our cities is terrible. I worry for my grandchildren's safety. It’s a different world now and changing daily. My remaining time on the stage of life is brief and in someways that may not be a bad thing. A lot of the good old days has vanished but my memories are with me forever.
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