Parents waiting in their front yards for the school bus, watching their kids, who are thirty feet away on the sidewalk, until they get on the bus.
And these are eight, nine year old kids, not toddlers.
We are truly raising a generation of paranoid little pansies.
Don’t get exercised. Pols are bunk.
Yup. I was wandering the woods and fields alone at 6 or 7 years old.
Nanny state silliness.
If modern-day parents could see some of the things we tots did unsupervised back in the Fifties, they’d have an instant coronary.
How about unsupervised teens like Mikey Brown gallivanting through the neighborhood unsupervised?
When I was 4 1/2, I walked to kindergarten by myself 8 blocks away. Never was a problem until I bumped into a dog who scared me. The owner drove me home. The owner was a friend of my mom’s.
I would be more inclined to raise the age limit to 19 in some parts of this country.
Insanity.
Teach them self defense, Teach them to have safety in numbers.
Run in a pack.
It is a proven fact that most Americans are too stupid to breathe. The re-election of Obama is proof. You get the government you, as a people deserve.
America is still too fat, dumb, and happy to take elections seriously and the democrats are busy importing ignorant, third-world socialists at the present time.
Just this morning I was telling a friend that when I was 10 my mother sent me downtown on a errand. Had to walk a few blocks to get a streetcar then walk a few blocks when I got downtown. My mother was far from nuts or irresponsible. Would I suggest somebody do that today? Not a chance.
Things were saner back then and many parents today tend to treat their children like babies.
Parents waiting in their front yards for the school bus, watching their kids, who are thirty feet away on the sidewalk, until they get on the bus.
Speaking of school buses, I am just reminded of when I was a kid, our bus driver had one of those naked lady steering wheel handle accessories. . . .until my mother reported it.
They think pre-teens should not play outside unsupervised? That is insane. More than 68 percent of parents allow their 11 or 12 year olds play outside unsupervised. It would be funny watching all these parents out chasing their kids zooming past on their skateboards and bikes. This poll cannot be correct. Perhaps they just polled idiots and single folks who don’t want to deal with the kids on their street.
Only the Government is capable of supervising children.
let the parents be parents
and LE and city official make the streets safe so the parents can be parents.
Okay, so how does this work. Your eight-year-old asks if he can ride his bike down to his friends house. You say, wait, I have to come with you.
I remember walking to the store on Saturday morning, leaving home without so much as a penny in our pocket. Along the way we would find pop bottles, turn them in and get enough for an ice cream.
Anyone remember when Thrifty ice cream was 5 cents a scoop?
at the rate we’re going, each will have their own drone assigned to them.
Why, there outta be a law...
“Hiddy Ho! We’re from the government and we’re here to help”
I experienced none of the "helicopter parenting" nonsense growing up. I walked half a mile to school, and half a mile back, starting at age 5. After school I ran all over the neighborhood with my little gang. When I was nine I routinely walked the three miles into what passed for downtown, visited my hangouts, then walked back.
Parental supervision usually consisted of "Be home in time for dinner!" and "Soak those pants in cold water so that blood stain won't set!"
It seemed like the right way to do things. Still does.
So if a kid decides to play at the park when he is left home alone while his parents are at work, the parents will get in trouble?
No kidding. What cross section of folks were polled in this nutso poll?
I was 2 months shy of my 5th birthday when I walked to kindergarten which was 6 blocks away with the usual warnings and admonitions.
When I was 9-10 years old, I was routinely sent to the “package” store which was 6 blocks away with a note and money for my Mom’s cigarettes—unfortunately, a habit she couldn’t kick for about 60 years until near the end of her life.