As kids we would get home from school, change clothes from school clothes into the play clothes, and head out on our bikes. I had to be home for dinner at 6:30, not 6:31 or I missed it. Dad liked punctuality, and 6:30 was dinner time. I would snark down a full plate and maybe have seconds, and wait an eternity for mom and dad to finish, then out the door again.
The iron clad rule, be home before the street lights come on. A group of boys would pedal on our bikes all over the place often miles from home, go to the woods and climb trees, and have adventures. Mom and da had zero idea where we were, or what we were doing.
I got really good walking in the door seconds before the street light across the street came on. Dad would sometimes look out the door as I came in to check the light, and watch as it turned on with me inside the house for just seconds.
