[AppyPappy]

This is my son playing in a creek on our property. I sweat bullets when they are down there because I can't see them. Of course, when I was a kid, we played in a creek a mile from the house and my parents had no idea where we were playing.

Note: Yes that is a metal fireplace poker he is using for a walking stick. Call DSS on me.

[BSunday]

That would be awesome to have a creek on my property, instead of living here in Cement City as Mrs. Sunday calls it. And yes my kids have been guilty on occasion of playing with fireplace pokers, too.

[RightWingMama]

You may sweat bullets, but you let them play. Good for you. He looks like a smart kid and I'm sure he listened to his AppyPappy about safety around water.

[4mycountry]

Dang, that looks EXACTLY like the creek on the property where my family and I lived before we moved.

[reformed_democrat]

This is my son playing in a creek on our property.

HEY! I know that spot. You live right up the lane from me, don'cha?

My son knows every inch of the woods around us. He had a friend of his over, and the kid was tying day-glo plastic ribbon on all the trees. My son asked him what the heck he was doing, and the kid said he was marking a path so he could find his way out of the woods.

My boy thought getting lost was a novelty that only happened in adventure stories. I made him wear a whistle around his neck every time he went out until he was 10, but he never had to use it. I finally gave that idea up when I ran out three times in ten minutes, only to find he liked the noise it made.

[latina4dubya]

your son sounds like my sons... we moved from the burbs to the country (just 10 minutes away)... what a blast our boys are having... plus we homeschool, so we have a lot more freedom in deciding what are kids can and cannot do... and getting together with other families who also value this for their families is beyond great!

[Taffini]

when I was a kid, we played in a creek a mile from the house and my parents had no idea where we were playing.



we ran in packs when we were kids. the big ones looked out for the little ones---and if they slowed us down we left them home with mom.

the street lights going on, being the signal to get home, must have been universal. we did that too.