my how it's changed
My curfew was the street lights. My mom called my name, not my cell... I played outside with friends, not online. If I didn't eat what my mom cooked, then I didn't eat. Sanitizer didn't exist, but you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without helmet, getting dirty… was OK, and neighbors gave a damn as much as your parents did. Re-post if you drank from a garden hose and survived.
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