I think I was like four or so? Mom was in discipliinary mode for some reason (being a "hard mommy") and so I took off down the street when she wasn't paying attention and hung out with the lady who occasionally babysat me and my kid brother. Vivid memory of watching Merrie Melodies cartoons in the front room/living room when mom came rolling in and looked like she wanted to kill me. This was olden times LBC and I'm pretty sure we were living in what ultimately became Crips territory -- wasn't so scary then but would be years later.
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