My folks both worked, & the rules were nobody could come over while they were gone. Summers were booooorrrring until Mom made me go to summer school one year when my grades were mediocre. Didn’t much like the classes, but it did give me something to do, so for the following three summers until I graduated, I went again, taking fun classes of my own choosing (Art, Creative Writing, Drama). It was fun and kept me from being bored. Of course, in this economy, summer school is a thing of the past, too bad.