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I have a vivid memory (I think I was four or five) of walking down the tar and chipped road. It was hot. I was popping the little tar bubbles with my velcro shoes, remembering how gramma told us papap would let her and her brothers chew on tar when they were little, when I saw orange spraypainted letters on the edge of the road. I stopped, turned at the base of the letters and sounded out the word. "O-U-P-S" with an arrow at the end. I thought maybe I'd learn what that meant when I was older, I still don't know.