As a kid, from around 9 to 12 years old that is, my dad wouldn't trust me with keys to the house. As he didn't work this shouldn't have been a problem 'cause he should have always been home to let me in.
Problem was that he was an alcoholic so a lot of the time he'd not be there having wandered off someplace.
As a result i'd either have to wander the streets, sit on my front step for about 3 hours or go sit on the park down the road for said time. If I was lucky I could go to a mates or a neighbour would spot me and let me stay at there's.
I mentioned this 'cause that's a main reason for me hating beer, lol. Taste, smell everything about it. Anyways, that'll do for now.
