I grew up home alone after school and on Saturdays.  Both my parents worked all day.  It was often about dark when they would get home. One of the things about coming home from school to an empty house is the silence. 

Not that silence is a bad thing at all.  I kind of like the quite.  As a matter of fact I feel sure that all of that time alone has made me demand much quite time for my life as an adult.  Some people love people around them all of the time...others enjoy solitude.  I'm the latter. 

Coming home after school wasn't too bad because some days I could play outside with friends as long as the weather was good.  On colder days I might could go to a friend's house for a while.  We really were good kids.  We obeyed our parents or at least that's how I remember all of the neighborhood kids acting.

It was so much safer for kids back then.  Our parents didn't have to worry too much about someone doing anything bad to us.  Mostly they had to worry about us having friends over while we were alone.  My mother knew when anything had been touched.  I would pay dearly for that if I disobeyed. 

Speaking of discipline.  I am from the "belt" generation. "Go get me the belt." "Do you want me to get the belt?"  Believe me when I say...I got the "belt" on many occasions.  I'm sure I deserved it and I can say that loving discipline defines us; most often for the good.

Alone, I never really feel alone.  Maybe because I learned how to not be alone by being with myself.

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