There's a nice comfy chair for criminals without souls called "Old Sparky" in Starke, Florida......which isn't too far away, either.
Leni
I was found walking along the busy highway five blocks from my house as a child. A trucker stopped and called the police. I had an ID bracelet and he took me home.
I guess the rules were a bit lax back then. The cop dropped me with off my 16-year old sister who was watching me at the time - so I guess I was 4 at the time. My brother (12) was off looking for me.
They thought they would be able to keep it from mom and dad when they got home.
Except I started talking about the p-man and car and lights. My mom couldn’t figure out what I was talking about, until my sister turned all red and she figured something was up!
That goodness it was back in the day when a stupid mistake didn’t have the kid picked up by someone and sold off into some sex-ring, and my 43-year old suburban mom wasn’t put in jail for years and years.
(Obviously, this instance of five neglected children is more than a “stupid mistake”.)