My parents would have been in prison for the “horrors” they made my sisters and I endure.
Sounds like those kids are getting to play with the same toy that I got to play with when I was a kid. It’s called ‘Outside’
Insanity.
Don’t show up in my small town. The kids ride bikes/walk all over the place, sure they are sent to the stores/restaurant to pick up pizza or milk.
Thought they wanted kids to “get moving.” How can they do so if they get in trouble for walking outside?
Liberals are insane.
OMG, My dad used to give me 50 cents to go to the corner store and buy him a pack of cigaretted when I was like 7 or something
and we practically LIVED in the woods across the street- I would leave in the mornign and not come home until it was dark practically...
some of the best times of my life- I LOVED walking to the store to do something for my dad
The horror - I had to walk nearly a mile to school starting in the first grade (1958). There was no bus service at the time and we only had one car which my Dad used to get to work. By third grade, I had a bicycle and rode it without a helmet. I guess my parents were criminals.
Because of political correctness, it IS dangerous for a child to walk on the street without protection. Even young college kids have become targets.
This is what we get when the moral fabric get's torn. We live in a nation of lawlessness these days. Political correctness has an excuse for every animalistic behavior one can think of. "It's not their fault. They're simply victims of the free society. "
I don't know which is worse. The danger associated with children being left alone for more than 60 seconds, or the danger of the nanny state punishing the parents for what the state itself has done. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
The only danger to kids these days are Liberals who protect those who would seek to harm our kids. The real “danger” to children everywhere are LIBERALS!
My brother and I weren’t much older than that when our parents let us take an airplane trip by ourselves.
We did, however, carry our .22 rifles on board.
I moved to Manchester Connecticut when I was 9 years-old. I walked a mile each way to fifth grade and never thought it was child abuse. I never even got pizza out of the deal.
Once, my mother, who had no car, asked me to walk about 3 miles to deposit an endorsed check for about $1000. I was perhaps 11 or 12. It didn’t seem heroic or abusive but I was so ignorant then I didn’t know I was being asked to do something no child should ever be expected to do. /s
Geez, it was of course a different world back then, but in the mid-60’s I used to hop on the bus from northern New Jersey into big bad NYC and traipse around Canal Street all day looking at electro-junk before the WTC was built. I must have been 11-12 at the time.
The best protest is a jury to tell the State to go F*** itself. We ain’t your damn slaves.
Absolutely nothing wrong with it. It’s just part of growing up. Sheesh!!!
This past year after school, my 10 yr. old boy and 6 year old girl was picked up by a neighbor and stayed with the neighbor from 3:30 until 5:10. The school is about half a mile away. We paid that neighbor $250 a month to do this (they have a 9 yr. old boy with Asperger’s/autism).
We are debating if we can have them walk home from school and stay home for that hour and a half by themselves. They will always an option of going over to the neighbor’s house in case something happens.
I trust my 10 year old 100% with this responsibility, and in Texas the police have said there are no laws concerning this. Of course, we still have concerns with my 6 year old daughter. And of course my greatest fear is one judgmental parent calling CPS.
My mom used to send me to the store to buy cigarettes for her and my aunt, who was often at our house, having a bit of whiskey to avoid her oddball husband.
They would have been treated like war criminals!
Seems like another Nanny State situation to me.
OH THE HORROR!! My parents would have been UNDER the jail if they were reported to the authorities today. My two sisters and I had to walk about a mile to school. The first 3/4 mile were downhill in the morning and the last 1/4 mile was uphill. We had to walk through pastures, cross a creek and then through a cornfield.
Then we got to our great uncle’s place. For a while, he had a bad billy goat that would chase us. We finally figured out the goat was scared to death of a red handkerchief on the end of a stick. We’d leave the stick at their house in the AM and at the gate to our field in the PM.
On really cold days, he would give each of us a shot of homemade wine when we headed home. He would be arrested for giving alcohol to a minor. He had several 10 - 35 gallon barrels of wine at any given time.
We had to cross a highway just before we got to the school. The only time we got to ride home, was when the creeks were too flooded for us to cross safely. We had to take our shoes and socks off many days when crossing the creek.
OH THE HORROR!! OH THE HORROR!!