Back when I was growing up, she wouldn't have to take me back home. All she had to do was call my parents and they would have come and got me then dragged me home by the ear. Then the belt when we got home.
Yes, most of us over 60 remember when all it would take was one phone call between mothers and the bully would get the belt. Better times.
So true. Every adult in the community kept eyes on things. I got ratted out for things I had no idea someone had seen. A burnout at the red light, my dad knew before I walked in the door.
Riding bikes on the local airport runway... thought we got away clean. But no...
No secrets in a small town.