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 I COULD get my mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty was OK, and my neighbors looked out for me as much as my parents did. Reblog if you drank from a garden hose and survived!
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