ADHD Librarian: Not so long ago there were 7 year olds down t' pit in the third world (Yorkshire) doing jobs where the lives of dozens of miners were in the hands of one minor.
Beanlet: My kids all went trick or treating.. the boys are older (in their 20s, probably reading this)
dahmers love zombie: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the reason we have a nation of fatass little kids. As opposed to Fark, which is the reason we have a fatass big-ol' me.
Tax Boy: [happybabysolutions.com image 480x480]
Gulper Eel: 30 minutes music practice every single day. Why the fark did my daughter have to pick the clarinet? Have you ever heard a kid just learning to play the clarinet? HONK HONK HONK as they're learning their embouchure or whatever the fark it is. It's like living with a goose with Asperger's. I hope my son picks something nice and sedate to play like a drum set or maybe the gong.
PallMall: bigbaddoc: I'm one of those parents who doesn't let the kids out of sight.I'm 41 now... when I was 10, a friend and I were walking home from playing at another friend's house when two men in a trans am/camaro/firebird tried to forcibly abduct us. It was 5pm on the main thoroughfare in town-- a relatively busy 4 lane city street. We had the presence of mind to run in the opposite direction of traffic, and the street was far too busy for them to turn around. When they turned the corner, we ran into an open garage and hid under a car. They circled the block a few times, then gave up. We ran the three blocks back to our street and told our parents who obviously called the police.I can still see the car, picture their faces, and remember every word of the conversation with the cop like it was yesterday. I am thoroughly convinced that they would have abducted, raped, and possibly killed us if they had managed to get us into the car.Yeah, I'm a little overprotective with my kids, but I have good reason./100% true. Outside of the family, I've never told any of this to anyone other than my wife, and I can feel the waves of anxiety rise up in me as I type this.Grow some balls, dude. Those guys probably just wanted to show you and your buddy how to be cool... you know.. smoking weed, drinking beer, etc. (TransAm/Camaro/Firebird proves this point). Sounds like you just were too scared to do anything manly.. and it's evident now.Good luck with your future stripper/drug addict kids. It will be your own fault for sheltering them too much rather than letting them grow up like humans should.Indubitably: *sigh*I hear ya. It's truly depressing.
fortheloveofgod: leevis: We also got to trick-or-treat after dark. Nowadays it seems like they're finishing up just when the sun's going down.I'm in disbelief that trick-or-treating still goes on!
Omahawg: it was a great time to be a 10 year old kid when this guy was kidnapping, raping, and playing 'tic-tac-toe' with knives on the corpses of kids my age.yes, it was a wonderful time.[pysih.com image 250x165]johnny gosch, where's my newspaper!?!?!
cefm: I flew cross-country to visit grandparents with my brother when we were 9-10. No adult supervision necessary.
Edward Rooney Dean of Students: The Muthaship: I'd try to sell them.And who would by them? They're gingers, not people.
vernonFL: [encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com image 275x183]Children are more likely to be kidnapped or abused by family or people they know than by strangers.
FunkOut: Tax Boy: [happybabysolutions.com image 480x480]If you had twin gingers and their Irish triplet brother, you'd leash 'em too.
give me doughnuts: I had the best of both worlds: We lived in the 'burbs, so there were always a lot of other kids near your age and town-type places to go, and we lived on the edge of those 'burbs so we had fields and woods and creeks to play in.Mom and Dad were small town/farm kids when they grew up so they were of the "Go outside and play, be home for supper" mentality.When we got new shoes, we kept the old ones for wading in creeks and mowing the lawn.The rule was no snakes/toads/frogs/turtles/whatever-else-you-just-caught in the house.When we wanted to build a treehouse, Dad gave us the hammer with the loose head and cracked handle. Location, design, and acquisition of materials was all up to us.Baseball, football, and basketball were all played year-round.If it rolled or slid, it was raced down the hill we lived on (lots of skin got left on the pavement).If you got hurt, you were only allowed to go home unless you had a broken bone or if you were bleeding and, scrapes didn't count.Every mom on the block could/would rat you out and/or give you a needed swat of the butt for misbehavior.Homemade treats were accepted on Halloween, and adults did not accompany their kids (unless they didn't have an older sibling and were under 5).Now stay off my lawn unless you are one of my cousins' kids, and you are playing with your friends.
ConConHead: The only time I was not allowed to roam free around my hometown was when William Suff was dumping dead hookers on the backroad trails I would ride my bike on. Linky
Mr. Coffee Nerves: That's why I'm lucky I had Uncle Roy to babysit me, and I got to star in all those movies, too!
dahmers love zombie: And there is no more danger now, BTW. Two generations ago, about a hundred kids were abducted and murdered by strangers in the US every year. Nowadays, it's about the same number, and when you account for population increase, that's actually a reduction.
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