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Latch Key Kids
Growing up I was a latch key kid.
There weren’t a lot of us at the time. We were the children of the working class or single parents. We wore keys around our necks to ensure we didn’t lose them and when we arrived home at the end of the day there was nobody to meet us because they were working.
Being the child of a single mom in a time when there were few single parents made our family the minority. It was the early 80s when I started wearing the key. I was in Grade 4 and I wore that key with pride, in the beginning. I had a key to our house. Our home. Our castle. I was trusted and it felt good.
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