When street lights turn on we take a double
Remembering in childhood of the trouble
We could never ever be late
As our parents would wait
As we turned the nob on the front door
It’d be a welcome or punishment for sure
I had my first watch at that time
Always checking, to prevent this crime
Many calendars later I’m far older
As the street lights up I bravely soldier
Out for a night on the town or a drink
Walking the boulevards, pause and think
Growing was easier but curfews did stink…
-AAA 10/04/2024
Anthony’s Crazy Love and Life Lessons in Empathy 
I remember those days vividly. We didn’t tempt fate; it was a time when children held a healthy fear and respect for their parents. Where have those days gone?
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Very true very different from today
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Now is the time of no rules.
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True that 😊
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Oh yeah, I remember it very well, and I paid the consequences every time. My mom was ruthless.
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Yikes
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You got that right. The funny thing is, she says she can’t remember. 😂
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Very relatable. Amazing work 🙌
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Thank you 😊
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The dreaded curfews 😱😂
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Yep lol 😂
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