Posted on 03/28/2015 9:44:48 AM PDT by E. Pluribus Unum
When I was 8 I joined the Boys Club. It was about a mile from home. Evening hours were 6 to 9, and after dinner I would make my way to the club and hang out until it closed and walked home. Never gave it a thought. Today the busy bodies from social services would be arresting my parents and put me in foster care.
Prince’s Purple Rain Salt?
She looks a lot like I did at that age. Scary.
At 4 or 5, I thought nothing of slipping out alone when no one was watching and going into the barn and curling up in the hay bales to listen to the birds nesting in the rafters, or wandering around by a creek looking for arrowheads and interesting rocks. It didn’t take long for my mom to know what places to look for me. My bro was doing the same thing at the same age, too.
One of my aunts said we were like the elephant child in Kipling’s story-we had insatiable curiosity-but that was in the mid-50’s, and in the middle of nowhere-not a big dangerous city...
Hopefully you didn’t do any 3am Philly public transportation rides...
My parents and other relatives would have been jailed, too-my cousins and I wandered all over 60+ acres populated with livestock and wild animals, carried guns at the appropriate age-10-11, used cans for target practice and even had a canoe to go up and down the creek with-not a nannie or nosy neighbor in sight...
Waht! At that time of day she belongs back home watching “Baby Channel”!
Somehow I scrambled back to safety: I don't know how but I suspect Guardian Angel action.
Never told my parents. Never told anyone about my adventures.
Four year old kids shouldn’t be having slushies. IMO.
“.. she looks a lot like I did at that age”
NOBODY here believes you are a complete angel.. we all know what kind of rapscallion you can be! :)
That is one of the funniest stories I have ever heard!
Our daughter was quite like yours. She was about the same age when she started to climb out of her crib but she did not have the strength to get her bedroom door open so she would start banging on the door. After three or four times she realized we would put her back to bed so she then would just toddle over to her toy box and quietly play with her toys.
Only once did she find a way to get out of our sight in a store and she was caught by another customer/mom as she got to the next isle.
HOLD MUH SLUSHIE!
yeap!...I remember this being released in some magazine....maybe Rolling Stone...that story brought up some memory of seeing it...and what so you know-— the Internet had a copy....
Thank you. And I have more.
Pretty resourceful little kid... I wonder what she became when she grew up?
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