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09-07-2005, 05:58 AM
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...Bed Time...
Ive been pondering.
When you people were children, what was your first parentally enforced "bed time"? Also, did it change with age? How did that go? Were there trial periods at later times before permanent implimentation? Also, at what age did your parent/s/guardian/s just stop giving a fuck about it? Here's mine. *Up until the age of 6, It was 7:30pm. *At 7, It was 8:00pm, IF I ws watching a show that carried over. *At 8, It went up to 8:30pm...first of all for few nights a week, then all the time. *At the age of 10, After pushing little by little, it went up to 10:30pm, but I'd stay awake in my room reading or like...dissassembling/reconstructing electrical devices and toys until I got bitched at. *At 12-13, around about when I started going to highschool, I was allowed to stay up 'til midnight, and I could quietly watch tv in my room thereafter...this was the beggining of my "bed time' independance....bit by bit the boundaries were deconstructed, and at one point, my mother caught me watching tv at about 2am in the living room, half asleep, I was told "you stupid boy, I just don't care anymore, don't blame me if you can't wake up for school in the morning!" (Like I cared). From that point onwards, I was free! Tell me your stories...assuming some of you ancient folk can actually remember. - B 
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09-07-2005, 06:00 AM
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Mine was always between 9 and 10...but...I could push it whenever necessary...
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09-07-2005, 06:06 AM
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Mine was 10...I think, im not old but my memory is shot. Anyway, my parents never stopped giving a fuck, they still tell me what to do at 21 yrs old!:rolleyes:
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09-07-2005, 06:08 AM
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09-07-2005, 06:14 AM
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09-07-2005, 06:19 AM
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Until I was probably around 5-6, it was right after Star Trek got over[Around 7:00, I think]:D I was so obsessed with that show back then:cool:
Then Im pretty sure it was around 8:30 for a few years, till I got into Dragon Ball Z, then I could stay up till 9:30! Now, my parents have givin up telling me when to go to bed [nt that Id listen anyway], but usually I try to get to sleep by 10, I have a paper route so I gotta get up really early *yawn*
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09-07-2005, 06:20 AM
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Just wait until the furnace man shows up at your door at 10am because your mother has scheduled a furnace cleaning (without your knowledge) because "They were having a special, and I KNOW you haven't had it done in over 3 years":rolleyes: 'Annoying'?....That's the understatement of the millenium...lol
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09-07-2005, 12:17 PM
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I don't know why I made this thread...totally bored with it now.
Hows this? I got a pizza menu...*gooooosfraba*... They have dessert pizzas. I found a new one that they didn't have last time. The Malibu: Sliced Mango & rasberries on a cream patisserie base topped with white chocolate pieces, shredded coconut and drizzled with Malibu rum... All going well, I will be eating one tonight, and...you'll all be dead. Scratch that. I meant "and you won't", unless of course you go out and make one, just to spite me, but that'd be petty. However, I'll overlook that if any of you actually DO...I'll be interested in your end result, at least, if I don't forget. I wonder if they'd do it if you asked for a dessert pizza with anchovies....hmm....yep, that's it you can stop reading........................................... ..................................... .................................................. right about.......................................... .................................................. ............................ ........................... .................................................. ....................... .................................. .................................................. ................... ...................................... .................................................. .................. ............................................. .................................................. ............................................... ................... ............................ .................................................. ......................... ............................ .................................................. ................................ .................................................. ................................................. .................................................. ........... .................................................. .......................................... .................................................. .............................. .................................................. .................................................. ... ..................................... .................................................. ............................................ .................................................. ......................... . .................................................. ........................... .................................................. ................................ ....................... .................................................. ............................ ........................................ .................................................. ............................ .................................................. ............................................. .......... .......................... ............................................. .................................................. ........................................... ............................... ........... .................................................. ..................................... .......................... .................................................. ............. ................ .................................................. ................. .................................................. ......... ............................................. ...now. Funk soul brother ok, now. Last edited by ChEEbA; 09-07-2005 at 12:22 PM.
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