Awareness of the outside world. Mend In Public Day.
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Years ago, I was chatting with a friend. He was waxing nostalgic about childhood. You know, he said, when you had rules, but they didn’t really count. Like clean your room or take out the trash.
No, I thought, I grew up in a city. The rules mattered. Don’t talk to strangers. Don’t cross on a red light. Don’t go into the park at night.
This wasn’t parental paranoia. This was New York City in the ’70s, when Times Square was still a hive of scum and villainy, minus the spaceport.
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Current online class, UC Graham: From Istanbul to Cairo: The City in the Historical Novels of the Middle East. On hiatus for the moment, hence generalized city instead of Cairo or Istanbul.
Onwards!
Katherine
Virtual Brush Box 
You were always good with the rules because you understood the reasons for them.
Mom
You were always good about explaining the reasons for the rules.
Daughter
We did have some good times!
Mom