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I remember growing up in a very small town in England as a youth. There was never much to do in the evenings and we would congregate on the local street corners to meet with our friends and chat. Many of the older generation would, Tut-Tut,  and insist that we were meeting to cause trouble. Then came an understanding adult who started a youth club. This was a brilliant idea and we successfully met in a local village hall for dances and many other pastimes. This solved the problem of the  people who were upset about our earlier street life.


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