Grew up in a small, rural Illinois town. No one, and I mean no one locked doors. You would go to a friend's house, knock on the door a couple times, then open it. You'd peek your head inside and say "hello" and if someone answered, you were good to go inside. If no one answered, you left. My grandparents didn't start locking their doors until about 10 years ago. Meth and Chicago transporting juvenile delinquents down south brought the crime.
I remember leaving on my bike with a bag lunch at dawn and my friends and I would ride for miles on end in the middle of nowhere. No cell phones. No check-ins. Nothing but our friends and our bikes. IF something went wrong, we knew we'd have to knock on a stranger's door and call for help. We knew to stick together. The only rule was to be home when the street lights came on.
We did not leave our doors unlocked in the 80s. I don't know anyone who ever did that.
Grew up in a small, rural Illinois town. No one, and I mean no one locked doors. You would go to a friend's house, knock on the door a couple times, then open it. You'd peek your head inside and say "hello" and if someone answered, you were good to go inside. If no one answered, you left. My grandparents didn't start locking their doors until about 10 years ago. Meth and Chicago transporting juvenile delinquents down south brought the crime.
I remember leaving on my bike with a bag lunch at dawn and my friends and I would ride for miles on end in the middle of nowhere. No cell phones. No check-ins. Nothing but our friends and our bikes. IF something went wrong, we knew we'd have to knock on a stranger's door and call for help. We knew to stick together. The only rule was to be home when the street lights came on.
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