In honor of Stephanie's mom's visit this weekend, a query:
What, if any, kind of curfew did you have when living under your parents' roof?
For me, at least after getting my driver's license, I really didn't have a curfew. The deal was that whatever time I got home, I would go into my parents' bedroom and wake up my mother to let her know I was home safe.
This was a variation on a method used by friends of my parents whose kids would have an actual curfew. The mom would set an alarm clock for five minutes past the curfew time and it was the kid's job to come in and deactivate the alarm before it went off.
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