There are a few “Deaf Child at Play” signs in the neighborhood where we live. I know that if I had a deaf child (or any child for that matter), I would totally let them play in the street. Our neighbors are so wonderful. We see random kids just wandering about the neighborhood all the time. Even when kids should be at school. One time there was this big fight behind our house and all these kids were gathered around and some kid got punched in the face. The only reason I really cared was because they were kinda in our way and we needed to drive down the alley. Stupid kids. As long as they don’t throw rocks at my car, steal my mail, or call me faggot, then I guess I’m good.
