Most of the time I was pretty good about following the rules until I started dating and I'd lie to mom about going to the movies in town but go to the drive in with other friends. That worked until the night I came home and mom was tapping her foot at the top of the stairs - movie projector broke in town so she wanted to know where I disappeared to. Never seen her that mad before never broke the rules after that. I grew up in one of those towns where everyone knew each other and if you did something wrong your parents knew before you got home. funny how I miss those days now