There were these 12 year old boys hanging around. As I got my food and left they were all checking me out like little prepubescent lemurs and one of them said “Can I get your number?” And I turned around and said “Why, you need a babysitter?”
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!