We Are Not Amused

When I was a grade school aged child my bedtime was 8:30. At that age I didn't understandd bedtimes for children. That's when a parent enjoys the peace and quiet to do something they enjoy doing or they just sit and veg out in front of the TV.

There used to be an 8:00pm movie, I don't remember if it was nightly, but it seems like it was. My brother, sister and I would no sooner get interested in a movie than it was time to go to bed. We felt it cruel and unusual punishment but we had our ways to get around it. My brother's bedroom was on one leg of an el, the TV room was on another. We could lay on his bed and watch TV through the windows, but of course we couldn't hear the sound unless it was summertime and the windows were open. Usually, especially if it was a movie like this one, I would sneak to the end of the hall and lie on the floor of the living room where I could look through the kitchen into the TV room. I could get away with it unless my brother joined me (sister was 5 years younger and fell asleep quickly.) If he was there we'd get to jockeying for position and make too much noise, then we'd hear, "You kids get back to bed!"