[Mom MD]

All of the cars from my childhood physically did not have seatbelt a in the back couldn’t have worn them if we wanted which we didn’t!

[The Westerner]

My earliest memory is sitting on mom's lap in the front seat and taking the key out of the ignition while dad was driving (old Chevrolet?). In Los Angeles, walked myself to kindergarten quite a distance. Teachers had not been robbed of authority so even seeing a Vice Principal made you shudder. Parents and teachers collaborated on behavioral matters. We knew the rules and spent our free time running around outside making up games, playing cops and robbers, making up plays, or spending every minute after dinner til dark with all the kids, young and old, playing sockball in the street. Front doors were not locked. It was my high school English teachers or history teachers who taught us to rebel against authority and go on strike with them so we could wear blue jeans to school. And that was the end of America as I knew it.