Memory Monday–It’s a thing like Throwback Thursday.
As a kid, I liked to stay up late. What kid doesn’t? The concept of a forced time to go to bed always sends kids into rebellion mode. When I was 8 years old and younger, Granny would announce it was bed time and I would make a beeline to my Grandpa.
Grandpa was normally laying on the couch watching TV. I would run to him squealing and screaming for him to “lock me in.” This magical bed-time fighting lock he possessed was his arms. I would sit near him and he would put his arms around me with his fingers laced together (forming the “lock”). He would laugh and join me in telling Granny I couldn’t go to bed because I was locked in.
Granny must have had the key, I was always in bed a few minutes later.