Posted on 04/06/2024 1:39:58 PM PDT by Twotone
Note well what’s happening here.
Little Timmie wants to go buy Legos at the toy store with his own money, he will get arrested.
Wants to cut his dick off and wear a dress? Well who are we to argue with that?!
In the 50s when I was eight and my sister was seven we rode the city buses in Portland, Oregon to a Neighborhood House day camp. We had to change buses at the Yamhill stop which was huge with many connecting buses. We did that for two years. The camp was three-fourths black and all the kids got along fine.
I suppose my mom figured we would be okay since it would be the the Ransom of Red Chief with the two of us little rascals out there in the ghetto. We rode through really poor areas where folks were lined up at soup kitchens.
My parents were from North Dakota where all the kids had grown up free-range and saw no need to change the plan.
It is safer for cops to go after these people than the carjackers in the cities. Path of least resistance.
I remember walking home from school one afternoon. I took a detour to walk through a wooded area and lo and behold, there was a full 6-pack of beer sitting there on the ground!
So I did the obvious thing, I picked it up and walked the rest of the way home with it.
Hey mom, look what I found! LOL!
I got to drink some if it, and I guess the parents did too.
When I was 7, I disappeared at daylight and only came home when I was hungry. My mother was concerned I’d get snake bit cause my playground was a 500 acre swamp.
This has nothing to do with an HOA.
Listen
Has zero
to do with a cookie
In the 1st paragraph it says “home schooled”.
Teachers union and gub mint types dnn likethat
“Ransom of Red Chief”. LOL!!!
They were definitely different times.
Whenever you see a lone police officer. call 911 and report it, it’s not safe for them to be alone.
“He responded that he would promptly go home “if you would just leave me alone,”
Man it must have burned those cops that they couldn’t steamroll a seven yr old.
Ditto.
At that age I was riding through the mountains on my horse. As long as I got home before dark, it was OK.
That’s assuming he wasn’t aborted.
In a time that is long gone, in a land that seems infinitely far away, I used to walk to school. .7 mile. I used to walk places. I picked up the groceries. Visited friends. Rode my bike.
That time is never coming back, and it’s impossible to go back to that place.
It’s a different world now. The trust that held us together as a society is gone. Now there’s crime and kidnapping. And the streets are impossible to cross, when you’re a little kid.
It really was like that. It isn’t any more. If the politicians were serious about keeping us safe by throwing the criminals in jail for a long time, I wouldn’t be posting this.
I’m afraid I have to agree; I’d never let a young daughter of mine do the things I was free to do as a kid.
Maybe there are still some little pockets in the US where the streets - and schools! - are still safe for kids; but I don’t know where they are.
I grew up in the ‘90’s, and although my mom was a little overprotective (some of that was because I’m female) you can bet that by 8 or 9 I was cycling around the neighborhood and to the local grocery store (5 blocks away). Summers were spent outside until I was in my teens - I didn’t have a lot of friends.
Then high school came, I started dating, and I was never home as long as I had a ride or got my license.
Both my boomer parents were allowed to wander in Manhattan with no chaperone, as young teens. Would they have let me do the same? No. They wouldn’t let me do it now!
bttt
Hunting and catching green garden snakes was an occasional event in my neighborhood!
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