Did you ever have a curfew?

yes always had a curfew... the one time I was 5 minutes late I was 16... it was January.. ice on the ground... I only had a short sleeve dress on as teens do after being at a party at my friends' house nearby...

My father locked me out, and I had to sit on the doorstep all night.. until my mother was allowed to open the door at 8am

I was so poorly, I couldn't go to work ..... I went straight to bed. 3 days later I got on a train and left home for good....
 
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Not that I remember.

I was pretty responsible, boring, and didn’t give my parents too much cause for alarm.

I do remember that the night that I graduated from high school my friends and I made the rounds of parties and ended up at a friends farm just in time to help with the morning chores and milking

I got home just as my parents were finishing breakfast and heading out to work.
 

Up until I was 18. Up to 16, I had to be in the house by 10 and from 16-18, weekdays was midnight and weekends was 1 am. My folks were pretty lenient.
 
I never had a curfew. I think it was understood that I'd know where the line was drawn when it came to knowing how late was too late to stay out. There were only a handful of times I got in past midnight and it worked great that way.
 
I never had a curfew which is something my older sisters always seem to bring up when we talk about our childhoods. They had very strict curfews. Once I got my drivers license in high school , the only thing my parents would ask of me is that I would call them if I decided not to come home for the night.
 
No, all my parents wanted to know was where I was and who I was with. Other than that, I was trusted to be home at a time that was "reasonable" for the occasion.

If I wanted to stay out later for some reason, I had to call home. They didn't mind being woken.

My younger sisters, on the other hand, considered letting my parents know where they were and when they'd be home, a great imposition on their "rights".
 
It's weird. My dad always set different curfews. Be home by 11:00. Be home by 12:00. Well one evening my boyfriend (now my husband) and I parked 2 houses down from my parents well before the 11 or 12 curfew and enjoyed a bottle of wine together. We were tired from the previous festivities, and we actually fell asleep. Oops. We woke up about an hour after curfew. Both of my parents were up on the couch waiting for me. I told my dad we actually fell asleep in front of Rose's house and for the life of me, he didn't believe me. Man did I receive the ultimate grounding/punishment for that one.
 
Curfew never came to mind, just a stifling home environment, so I left home and got my my own apartment when barely out of school, as I've posted somewhere in this forum before. I wish that had never happened, but it's the only thing that worked for me. My parents and I finally mended our relationship, but it took quite some time.
 

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