"Lenny! Come look! You'll never believe what that Stevens girl is doing now!"
Posted on 06/14/2015 7:34:33 AM PDT by rktman
I'm not sure who came up with the name "free range children." The only thing I ever knew that was "free range" until recently was chicken, not children. Now it's the term used for children who are allowed to have a degree of independence by their parents.
When I was a child, we were all "free range." Our parents allowed us more and more independence the older we got based on how well we handled the responsibility. I was "free range" by the time I was three years old – not exactly my parents' choice, though.
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Geez, we used to ride in the back of a pickup truck.
I was also a bell child. And I was teased appropriately for it. Everyone else’s mother just yelled.
My friends and i would see how far from home we could ride our bikes and still make it back before dark.
I was taught to swim and turned loose. In Michigan, any kid allowed to run loose is going to end up in the water at some point.
I’m thinking its probably a good thing we don’t have alligators in these parts.
Yep, same here. “Time for the cows to head home”.
Dear God in Heaven, I thought I was the only one who ever heard that. ;-D
My mom would also say, "I wouldn't sell you for a million dollars, but wouldn't pay a nickel for another just like you".
Those were the days before social liberal judges set loose all pedophiles rapists and molesters to be “ free range” predators
That is not a neighbor. That is a government spy.
A neighbor would go over and watch the kids while they play, to keep them safe. Or have the kids spend the time at their house, to protect them.
In our house it was be home for dinner and don’t ride your bike farther than the strip mall a half mile down the street.
When I was 10, I used to ride my bike 4 miles to the horse stables in the summertime while my parents were at work. Nothing was going to keep me away from that horse. When school was in session, I wore a single house key on a loop of yarn around my neck and let myself in after school. My brother and I got in some hellacious fights while unsupervised (one time he locked me outside in the rain until 5 minutes before mom was due home. Jerk.), but nobody died and the police weren’t called. We also knew we could go to the neighbors if there was a problem. I don’t think it’s that way now, but what do I know... I don’t have kids.
>>I’m thinking its probably a good thing we don’t have alligators in these parts.
I grew up in Florida. We had alligators, water moccasins, rattlesnakes, wild pigs, and feral dogs—and that was just within bicycle range of my house.
When you were a kid, perversion was neither tolerated nor accepted. In my children’s world perversion is forced upon them. The homosexual neighbor two doors down constantly tells me that my son (almost seven) is so handsome. He is. And my two daughters are gorgeous as well. I know I’m biased, but believe me when I say that my husband and I are stopped all the time by people who tell us how beautiful our kids are. Why does the homosexual then only comment on my son?
Long story short: I’ll helicopter like crazy and I don’t care what others think.
What 9YL said.
That is nonsense. I cannot believe sometimes the hate on women here. Except that I guess it’s mostly reactionary.
Remember that a real problem is the liberal mindset that has come to permeate our society, and men and women are subject to it, even conservatives mostly in lib areas.
There's no more pedophiles, rapists and murderers roaming the streets today than there were in the 70s. And back then, we didn't have on-line "sex offender" registries (which are largely useless, but still).
I am 62 grew up in a city, during the summer I would leave the house at 9 with my bike, a bat, ball come back for lunch, head for Narragansett Bay, home for dinner, back out till night.
My kids and now my grandchild never had that freedom, sad.
reminds me of when my buddy and I went up north to go fishing.....we went north to Canada. nothing like crossing the mighty mac when you are 16 without parents permission and just leaving a note that we would be gone for a few days “fishin” Big mistake, turns out we caught fish but it rained all the time and it was cold and we perfectly timed the black fly hatch. We got eaten alive. Best and worst 4 days we had when we were kids. The border agents didnt even bat an eye at us.
Related...
This is an excellent article O read last year exploring the history of this sheltered phenomenon kids are put in and the consequences of such:
The Overprotected Kid
A preoccupation with safety has stripped childhood of independence, risk taking, and discovery—without making it safer. A new kind of playground points to a better solution.
Hanna Rosin APRIL 2014 ISSUE
http://www.theatlantic.com/features/archive/2014/03/hey-parents-leave-those-kids-alone/358631/
*I read...
A friend of mine if a vol. firefighter. They got dispatched to a call with a hysterical women claiming her child had been injured and kept screaming “My baby, my baby” at 11:30 at night. They raced to the station, than got a ambulance and went code 3 to the address. Upon arrival it turns out their 7 year old had scraped their knee. They applied antibiotic and and bandaid and tried to call it a day. Nope, she insisted he child was seriously injured and need to got tot the ER. The ER nurse was not to happy to remove the bandage, see it was a scrape and re bandage the wound.
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