My curfew was the street lights. My mom called my name, not my cell phone. 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 you COULD get your mouth washed out with soap. I rode a bike without a helmet, getting dirty… was OK, and neighbors cared as much as our parents did. I drank from the garden hose, and survived.
And to be honest, I would give anything to go back to those times.
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