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Trapping Children Indoors
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fayanora From: fayanora Date: August 4th, 2012 02:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Pedophiles and child nabbers are greatly exaggerated danger. They are the modern bogeyman. Serial molesters are extremely rare; most kids who are molested are molested by family, friends, or other trusted adults. Most kidnapped children are kidnapped by family. This society is falling apart, being driven apart by overhyped dangers that are largely imaginary to begin with.

Children need freedom. That is just all there is to it.

When I was a kid, I would roam freely. I was usually close enough to home to be called home with a bicycle horn that Mom and Dad would honk until I got home. If I were a kid today, I think my parents would give me a cell phone instead, but would still let me roam, because they are intelligent enough to know that most of the dangers people talked about were overhyped even then. They trusted me to be smart enough to not get into a car with someone I didn't know without the password. Yes, we had a password in case they had to send someone after me because of an emergency. We never had to use it, but it was neat to have it.

There were times when I wandered so far afield that Dad had to drive around looking for me. He considered it only mildly annoying, I think. I was usually with my best friend Justin, but often I would wander off alone. And all my life, I never broke a bone, never was in major danger, never got talked to by any suspicious strangers, and never got offered drugs. I was a sophomore in high school before anyone even so much as offered me alcohol, to which I politely said no, and they were cool with that. About the worst thing to happen to me during my childhood was the time I had just seen Back To The Future, and tried to go 88 MPH on my bike down this enormous hill in our yard. I hit a bump and went flying, became skinned up pretty bad. Home was only a half a block away, but I couldn't even make it that far; went instead to one of the neighbors, who helped me out and then took me home.

Over the years, I've become convinced I'm blessed. I've had a lot of cuts that should have resulted in scars, even got burned a few times, and never scarred. Everything heals with time, for me. I've even had dreams about losing hands and growing them back. Not going to test that one, though. :-D
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