I guess I always remember just being a very independent child, both by design and necessity with having a younger brother with special needs. I have some memories of my father carrying me from the station wagon and into the house to bed. But I think as far as a nightly routine I just kissed my parents good night and went to bed whenever I wanted. I was always sleepy early so bedtime wasn't really a struggle. We had a two bedroom house when I was little, I had my own room and my brother slept with my parents. I know as a mother I always looked forward to bedtime with my son, getting his pajamas, reading to him. It's one of those milestones that I always try to remember the end of...when was the last time we did that?

My mother always said my brother got the time and I got the money :) We both got what we needed really.