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Growing up in the '60s in rural Nova Scotia was pretty laid back. Once chores were done, time was our own. The river by home was not large, but had a couple of deep spots where you could swim. You just went with your friends. A bunch of us had inner tubes and spent hours drifting along.
My father taught me a lot , but not by instructing,(except when we were mixing cement for the basement floor), but by letting me watch what he was doing. It was a great education and served me well in building and maintaining this place.