I remember vividly leaving the house around 9 or so, coming back for a quick lunch, then leaving and not coming back until dinner. The rule was to never be out of range of my mom’s yell. If she called me for and I couldn’t hear her, I was too far away. That being said, she had quite a voice and other moms would relay messages. I biked, built forts, raced, climbed trees and yep, did some things I shouldn’t have. The rains would come down and we wouldn’t come in, that was the time to go build a damn in the culvert. Nowadays? Kids are inside all day long in my neighborhood all summer long. Kind of sad.
My mom would blow this horn at dinner time, and we were all supposed to come home. I was the homebody and loved just playing with my toys, but my brothers played outside all day long.
Me, too. I've tried to rear my boys the same way, but it is very difficult in this neighborhood where everyone is anxious to prove they are a more protective parent than anyone else. But my boys are slim and trim.
(I even let my 16 year old use the power saw today. I'm certain neighbors who witnessed it were aghast!)
That sounds like me at that age.
Boy, that sure brings back memories. Talk about dating yourself. I too remember many summer evenings when I'd either hear a parent calling me or a friend telling me my parents were calling me. I wonder when that custom stopped?