Remember when you were a kid, playing in the neighborhood after school (or after dinner). You'd be riding bikes, or playing tag or hide and seek. Maybe you were a dork like I was and you were playing "monorail" with your bike around the corner church parking lot. Just being totally engulfed in what you were doing with your friends. Then you got the call home to dinner, or to go home for the night.
How were you called home? Or did you have something you had to look out for that told you "OK it's time to go home now"?
I was watering the front yard tonight when my "call to go home" turned on which totally brought me back to when I was a kid growing up in the Valley in the 1970's. And which is why I'm writing this thread .
See, my "call to go home" was when the street lights turned on. As soon as those lights flickered alive and grew in intensity, that was my call to book it home. Usually this was during the spring and summer, when I was outside later because it was lighter later.
I had 2 back-up calls to get home as well. #2 was my dad yelling my name at the top of his lungs. "MATT!!!!!" My dad had an incredibly booming loud voice and yes, when he yelled my name, I could hear it 2 blocks away (seriously).
Now, if I didn't hear THAT (and I usually always did) #3 would happen. I didn't much care for #3 because that was my dad actually coming to GET me. I can just see him coming to a friends house telling me "Didnt you see the lights or hear me? Come on lets go home!" Or if I was already heading home and I would see him walking down the street to get me, oh holy hell that was a bad sign too. He'd usually grab the handle bar of my bike and walk me home with me still on it.
Of course at the time I just thought it was my dad being overprotective, which I guess he was. But I'm glad he did. That era was a scary time. Different scary than now, but scary.
So what about you?