“Be home when the streetlights come on.”
No texts. No GPS. No constant updates. Just trust and a general sense of time.
We drank from hoses. Rode bikes until dark. Roamed neighborhoods without adults hovering nearby. It wasn’t reckless — it was normal.
Today, that level of freedom feels almost unthinkable. But it taught responsibility in a way rules never could.
We learned consequences naturally. We learned boundaries by pushing them.
Tomorrow’s prompt: The song that defined my teen years.
Tumblers and Trash Talk 
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