As a child growing up in Honolulu, HI, the neighborhood I lived in had an 'Open Door' policy. We would just walk into any house and see if there was something to eat or if there was anyone around who could play with us. Then, "Home" meant comfort, food, playmates, and if you were naughty, 'da slippah', belt or extension cord. Good times. We weren't often naughty but there was always the mango tree to escape to!