Yep - I'm almost 72. When we were young we played outside until past dark. My mother would stick her head out the door, scream our names and call us inside. Sometimes one of us would be within ear shot. That one would then go and gather up the other two.
Yep - I'm almost 72. When we were young we played outside until past dark. My mother would stick her head out the door, scream our names and call us inside. Sometimes one of us would be within ear shot. That one would then go and gather up the other two.
Hell, I'm in my mid-50s, and it was the same way. We also had to abide by the "streetlight rule". Once they were on, we were in the house.
We didn't have streetlights were I lived as a child. I guess my mother was the verbal streetlight"!
Those were great times. I hope they come back.