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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In the old days, parents had many children - in my Catholic school, it was not unusual to have 9 kids in a family. So if one got run over by a car, there were 8 kids left. Now we have designer babies - one per household - and it’s as precious as a Chinese baby boy during the Ming Dynasty. So, hence, the helicoptering.
LOL
We can always make more.
I think that people like Ted Bundy are a random coincidence of someone who suffered unbelievable abuse as a kid with inner haywiring, the combination of which produces monsters, without both such people are relatively harmless. Most people who want to tell you how to live your family life probably have none of their own and are such Smarties that they think porn is harmless.
“Free range children” was started as a joke to point out to the overprotective helicopter parents who wrap their kids in protective gear and then watch them like prisoners at a SuperMax prison who are on their one hour of mandatory exercise that they are not letting their kids be kids and that those kids grow up to be Progressives who actually fear real freedom.
Of course, the helicopter parents took that to mean that they should add more protective gear (and a GPS locator stuck up the kid’s butt) and not watch them for their one hour of “free range time”.
‘Twas a different world.
My friend and I would roam the nearby fields and woods for miles and miles.
When it was time for him to come home, his mom would let Jack go. He was a great dog and would quickly find us. when jack showed up it was time to head back.
My mom would ring the bell. It was a big black bell with a peal that could be heard a very long way.
When I was 12 or 13 I started riding my horse all over what is now the western part of Houston. It was small homes on shell streets and open, unfenced land. Mother would tell me to be home by dark. A young girl out by herself today would not be safe, very sad what the world has become.
When I was a kindergarten - 1st grade aged kid I was always out exploring. I was of three quarters of a mile in the swamp collecting tadpoles and things like that.
Children who got home from school 2 or 3 hours before mom and dad got home from work.
Nowadays if a neighbor notices a kid playing basketball in his own driveway waiting for mom or dad to get home from work, he calls Child Protective Services and the kids get taken away and the parents wind up in jail.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out, and make another one that looks just like you."
The only difference is women run families now and they are more cautious with the chillun. This is not a good thing.
>>When I was a kindergarten - 1st grade aged kid I was always out exploring. I was of three quarters of a mile in the swamp collecting tadpoles and things like that.
Same here. At an early age, we were taught, “The world wants to kill you boy. Be careful out there.” and then we were turned loose. Sometimes we came back injured and much wiser. Usually we just came back wiser.
Now they are taught, “The owes you. No one can hurt you or we’ll sue.” and they are locked up like prisoners “for their own safety”. They remain infants all through life and complain the world isn’t giving them what they are owed.
Yes indeed. It was probably still dangerous but in a world filled with predators, you just never know.
Sometimes I think the haywiring is enough.
LOL! There are only a certain number of people that know what you mean by a “shell” street. And, yes, it is a sad world when you can’t let your kids roam freely.
Ditto that - my mom's was a brass handheld "dinner bell".
I don’t buy that excuse.
Women had more sole control of kids back in the day when they were “homemakers”. Now “parenting” is much more 50/50.
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