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Originally Posted by DaTruth
Like we believe that. We all know you headed straight to the betting windows.
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For a while I would sneak up to a machine no problem. Then they busted our chups a bit so I would go with my parents. A year or two later that was a no-go but I was one year short of 18 so it didn't matter.
Growing-up my parents gave me $3 / day at the track. I would either bet it, buy a pack of jockey cards or get an ice cream. The goal was, of course, to turn the $3 into $10 and get all three. And that's how I learned how to handicap.