“It's 10 pm, do you know where your children are?”

My teenage years were not normal teenage years. I never actually got to where I could go out
with friends or a boyfriend to have a curfew. Mom and stepdad divorced and Mom went out
while I sat home with my younger sisters. :unsure: Mom had her own method of birth control for me I guess. :ROFLMAO:
 

I once walked through the pastures with a friend. We left early with a bottle of coke and a bag of chips. We jumped over ditches and walked though fields with cows and had no idea where we were, walked way too far and then found a village we knew and walked home. We drank from a ditch and said that we were tired and an old woman said we shouldn't whine cause we had young legs.

We were 8 or so. Came home very late. Her dad was at our home, but nobody got mad or anything. Just a few years ago I asked my mom cause no way I would have let my kids do that. Lol turned out they had been very worried. They just didn't want to upset me. Normally if we walked there we came back after an hour or 2 and we hadn't told them our plans.
 
That subject never came up. I was always home at night until I took an after-school job, then I was home by 10 PM. Around that same time, my parents went away to their lake house when they got off work every Friday and returned late Sunday. One weekend - for whatever reason - they decided to come home early on Saturday night, and I wasn't there. I don't recall ever seeing them more angry, and they demanded to know where I had been. I told them I was over 18, and would not say. Very soon after, things fell apart and I ended up leaving home, getting my own place.

Not a happy memory, and it took a long time for us to repair our relationship.
 
That subject never came up. I was always home at night until I took an after-school job, then I was home by 10 PM. Around that same time, my parents went away to their lake house when they got off work every Friday and returned late Sunday. One weekend - for whatever reason - they decided to come home early on Saturday night, and I wasn't there. I don't recall ever seeing them more angry, and they demanded to know where I had been. I told them I was over 18, and would not say. Very soon after, things fell apart and I ended up leaving home, getting my own place.

Not a happy memory, and it took a long time for us to repair our relationship.
Sometimes those apron strings have knots too tight at the wrong age.
 
I didn't have a curfew, much to the envy of my friends. I was a pretty-rule-obeying kid and if I was going to be later than expected home, I could call my parents and tell them where and with whom I was and they'd usually say OK, be careful.

The rule, though, was the phone call. It didn't matter if it woke them up....they just wanted to know where I was.

My younger sisters, though, looked upon that requirement as a violation of their civil rights. They got by with a lot.
 
I remember when I graduated from high school, my friends wanted to make the rounds of various parties.

The drinking age was 18 at that time so it was a given that there would be an endless supply of alcohol and whatever else was making the rounds.

I arrived home at around 6:00 am just as my mother and stepfather were finishing breakfast and heading off to work.

I was sober and nothing was said but there was definitely a cold breeze blowing. 😉🤭😂
 
We lived in a very small town. When we were under teen age years we were expected home when the street lights came on. When we got to be early teenage years I think we were pretty much trusted because of our earlier performances so as long as we were home by midnight we were gold. If we were going to be later than that they wanted a call. By 16 or 17 they figured we would be home when we got home.
 
We were just talking about this in another senior forum. What brought it up was someone mentioned about television stations signing off at midnight or similar times. Before they signed off some of them had a recorder message. "It is 11:00. Do you know where your children are?" Almost like a reminder that maybe you should check on them. I never really caught on to the significance of it back then.
 

“It's 10 pm, do you know where your children are?”​


When I was living in New York City, Channel 5 had news on Sunday nights at 10 pm. Before the news started, you heard a man's voice ask the very same question. I always thought that it was a great idea. I never forgot that, for whatever reason.
 
I don't remember having a curfew because I wasn't allowed to go out until senior year in high school. By that time, I had a couple of part-time after school jobs so little to no going out.
 


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