My little brother and I generally had more than two hours after school before our Mom got home because she was a realtor and was supporting us on her own. My brother and I were both the first kids in our grade to have divorced parents. I was 10 and my brother was 8. I literally had the house key on a string around my neck. When we got home, we each ate three bowls of cereal. Corn Pops for me and Cap'n Crunch for my brother. We watched Gilligan's Island and then went out on our bikes for hours at a time. And we were surrounded by the best music ever--music of the 70s. I loved those days.