By the time I was a teenager my parents frequently returned from work much later than whatever actual time I went to bed, if they returned at all. Sometimes they just slept at work.
I am very much a night owl and always have been. I’d usually stay up late scaring the shit out myself with Unsolved Mysteries before trying to get to sleep.
This was the 90s.
I didn’t mean that you shouldn’t have taken naps. I meant that the longer sleep time at night went with not taking naps. Sorry that I wasn’t clear. Yes, societies in hot areas often sleep in the afternoon for good reason; and then, having gotten some of their sleep during the day, are able to stay up late at night.
I had something like that too; a while during the afternoon when I was expected to be in my room and quiet, but not necessarily asleep. My oldest sister apparently resented this greatly. I rather liked it; there were lots of books in my room, and various toys.
I liked it, too. It was a treat to get to use the fancy record player, that automatically dropped the next record. And i had other toys i was allowed to play with just during my “nap”.
My mother said that when i was younger, i also liked my play pen, because it kept my baby brothers out. 
Thanks, all, for your comments. I well remember when my bedtime was 8 pm, then 8:30 pm, and on weekends, it was 9 pm. This far north, the sun was still up at bedtime. Phew! But I still got up at an ungodly hour (according to my parents), and they never connected it to the fact that they made my bedtime an ungodly early hour.
I was a night owl anyway, and my parents eventually gave up on trying to make me an early-morning person. My Mom and I used to enjoy “Stardust Theatre” on a local channel, which was old 30s and 40s movies on a local channel after 11:30 pm. I was at high school, and as long as I could get to school on time the next day, neither Mom nor Dad cared. And those movies were great (the real, original, accept no substitutes Frank Capra’s Lost Horizon, for example), and I enjoy them to this day.
Thankfully. No more bedtimes once I got to high school.
As I noted earlier my recollection of the details is basically gone. But as best I can say, fixed organized bedtimes ended before I turned 9. Coincidently we moved to a new house right around that birthday and I can recall being told “It’s bedtime” and resentfully stopping watching the old TV then dutifully shuffling off to my old room, but not our new TV or my new room.
The fact I’ve always been an early bird probably helped make my little kid bedtimes rather undramatic. Unlike poor @Spoons just above. Like all teens I went through a phase of nightowl, but that only lasted about one semester. Thank goodness or I’d have flunked out of college.