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Originally Posted by Robbie
That's not neighborly, that's invading someone's privacy. You could walk in on someone naked for instance or having sex or in the middle of a family argument.
As far as "small towns" go...the town I lived in as a child was Bowling Green, Florida. To this day it only has 2,800 people living there. I'd say it was VERY small.
Still don't know anyone in that tiny country town who would have just strolled into somebody else's home unannounced.
Teen years were in Bartow Fla. It's grown since the 1970's Today it has 16,959 people living there.
I would NEVER walk into a person's home without calling ahead, knocking, etc.
And since most people in those small towns own dogs...YES, you would probably get bitten by the family dog if you just walked in to the house. And back in the 1960's and 1970's where I lived people didn't keep their dogs chained up or in fences, they roamed freely. That's the way it was in small country towns.
Don't know why we're arguing this.
Does anybody else here on GFY think it's okay to walk into people's homes without even knocking?
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The town I grew up in is still less than 1500 people and it's almost doubled since the early 70's. If you know a family and they know you and treat you like their own child, then you don't have a problem with it. As I said in my first post on the subject, we grew up in different worlds obviously. Someone whipping out a gun or sic'ing their dog on you never, ever happened where I came from, but obviously did where you come from. Such is life. I believe you and you should return the courtesy I guess, but up to you.
If my best friends family and my family had no problem with it, I don't see why anyone else would. Do you think I'm using my time to lie to someone on the internets? Maybe some of the others here do that but not me.
My friends dogs name was Pal and he was a big mutt and would be more likely to lick me in the face annoyingly than bite me when I walked in. It's not like you pick a random home and waltz in, you know? This was my best friends houses, and my mother knew their mother, and the fathers, and my best friend had 4 older sisters whereas I had 4 older brothers. We all knew each other.
Not unusual in the small town America that I grew up in, and your mileage obviously varied.