Well in certain neghiborhood in Los Angeles majority of the kids come home and play X-box and be couch pototo it too dangerous be on the front yard you get shot
The illegal drug industry has made our children prisoners in their own homes. When I was a kid, we had rocks and knew how to hit a chipmunk from 60 ft away. We were climbing trees to see who could climb the tallest tree and sliding down the branches from 30 feet up—it was quite the ride. We dug tunnels six feet deep and 20 ft long, tree forts to have a view, built buggies to go down the street with the hill and built wings for our bicycles to fly in the air. We swung on ropes from the highest branch of an old Magnolia tree and played football in the back yard with ten of the neighborhood kids—girls included. There was just cigarettes and alcohol and three channels of TV. No drug pushers (we would have treated them with one of our rocks). But when our mothers called us in for dinner, we all said “Oh no!” It was time to go indoors and we just hated it when our fun had to end.
Now the kids are safe and fat and don’t know how to throw a decent rock.