Yes, but we only had a 5% vegetation rate because we only had 4 TV stations AND we had to get up to change the channel, fix the mysterious Vert Hold, and/or readjust the rabbit ears. Watching TV was almost as much work as playing kick the can.
I had a double reason to run home, to escape the bullies and to get home for Gilligan’s Island. A three hour tour…
Doesn’t anyone take the bus anymore?
Wait, I know this one. It’s a baseball game!
Buses are for perverts and child-stealers.
Because school sucks.
This from someone who purposefully stayed in school through my late 20’s. I liked learning, and seeing my friends, etc. but as a kid anything that forced me to wake up at 7 am and kept me inside on a nice day was an evil and nefarious plot by grown-ups whose sole goal was to keep me from having fun. Read some Calvin and Hobbes and you’ll begin to understand.
(TMI) Tongue in cheek, perhaps, but it was that way for me- the bathroom stalls didn’t have doors at my school, so I always dropped a deuce first thing after coming home.
They want to make sure the block of ice melts before the detectives get there.