Cavan Images / Ashley Wegh/Cavan/Getty ImagesI don’t remember if my mom ever had a “rule” about how early we could be outside as kids because, as far as I know, that’s just where we were. In the driveway playing basketball, riding our bikes up and down the street, knocking on a neighbor’s door to see if someone could play — and I have zero memory of anybody ever complaining about it.I’m sure there were some mornings that it was barely light outside and we were already pretending to be archaeologists in the backyard, screeching with joy when we found a “dinosaur bone.” I just assumed that most...
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