Things sure have changed since I was a kid.
Controversial free range parenting now legal in Utah
This was the norm for my contemporaries.
Controversial free range parenting now legal in Utah
This was the norm for my contemporaries.
"Free Range Parenting" now legal in Utah
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Yeah I was thinking the same, I took myself to school from the age of 7 or 8.
The article refers to 9 year olds.
I ran errands to the corner shop on my own from a similar age and I’m sure I
waited outside places while the adult went inside, from a younger age.
I also played outside the garden from at least 5 or 6, we all did. Some were even younger.
The article refers to 9 year olds.
I ran errands to the corner shop on my own from a similar age and I’m sure I
waited outside places while the adult went inside, from a younger age.
I also played outside the garden from at least 5 or 6, we all did. Some were even younger.
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My mom used to live 4 blocks away from my middle school. Even till age 11-12 she would bring me to school. I remember you go to the office and they'll call your parents to pick you up. It was late in the day (around 4-5) and the office was busy. I told my friends i'll wait till my mom picks me up. They laughed and just told me I'm old enough and live close enough to go home alone, basically they all went home alone at their age. So I went by myself and my mom took off her handcuffs. Applies the same for bringing me to school.
I am not sure if it is necessarily neglect accoding to the video. I think discipline is very important but I remember when I was young that we lived in a rural environment and had a lot of freedom to explore, fishing, motobike riding, cycling. It was great and a constant adventure sometime alone other times with friends. I enjoyed this part of growing up 
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I think the preditors have always been there, it’s just that years ago
it was hidden and covered up. People didn’t talk about such things.
Many of the people coming forward now are talking about things which
happened to them years ago.
The saddest thing is that certainly catholic priests and some others were the
predators back then. So kids probably were safer walking the streets rather than
being in church.
it was hidden and covered up. People didn’t talk about such things.
Many of the people coming forward now are talking about things which
happened to them years ago.
The saddest thing is that certainly catholic priests and some others were the
predators back then. So kids probably were safer walking the streets rather than
being in church.
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I walked to school in kindergarten by myself. I had to cross the busy-street in town to walk to another school in first grade, and that school was a mile away. (And I was a ditz, so probably not wise of Mom.)
My oldest brother took us out in the boat when he was 9. The boat had a 25 hp engine and we travel miles away by water. 30-50 miles away, if something happened to the boat, so we'd have to walk back. He was 9. My older brother was 8. I was 7.
Still a bit jealous of my oldest brother. He drove his first tractor when he was 8. (Big honkin' tractor. The ones used in cornfields.) Gram moved when I was 8, so I never got to drive that tractor.
He also had his first rifle at 10. My parents were nuts on that one. It is definitely God's grace that stopped him from shooting someone. (Four years later, he was brought home by the cops, after he and his friends shot a gun in the friend's basement, and the bullet shot out a window. He wasn't arrested. The cop brought him home because people knew back then the-wrath-of-parents beat out the justice system for punishment. lol)
When my two older brothers were in 7th and 8th grade, they made pocket money by trapping muskrats in the local swamp. The local swamp was 5 miles away. Muskrats are big enough that if the trap went off with their arms in it, at least, they'd see bones. More likely, they'd lose an arm.
Nowadays parents drive to pick up their kids from school. We live in a city, so finding a parking spot is hard enough that John and I choose to be home at 3 PM, if we go out. At 3 PM, (since there are no parking spots, even near schools), the road is blocked by cars waiting to pick up their little darlings. Hubby knew one of those parents. Home was 3/4ths of a block away. (Not exaggerating.)
I keep wondering how we survived all these millenniums without caged-parenting.
My oldest brother took us out in the boat when he was 9. The boat had a 25 hp engine and we travel miles away by water. 30-50 miles away, if something happened to the boat, so we'd have to walk back. He was 9. My older brother was 8. I was 7.
Still a bit jealous of my oldest brother. He drove his first tractor when he was 8. (Big honkin' tractor. The ones used in cornfields.) Gram moved when I was 8, so I never got to drive that tractor.
He also had his first rifle at 10. My parents were nuts on that one. It is definitely God's grace that stopped him from shooting someone. (Four years later, he was brought home by the cops, after he and his friends shot a gun in the friend's basement, and the bullet shot out a window.
He wasn't arrested. The cop brought him home because people knew back then the-wrath-of-parents beat out the justice system for punishment. lol)When my two older brothers were in 7th and 8th grade, they made pocket money by trapping muskrats in the local swamp. The local swamp was 5 miles away. Muskrats are big enough that if the trap went off with their arms in it, at least, they'd see bones. More likely, they'd lose an arm.
Nowadays parents drive to pick up their kids from school. We live in a city, so finding a parking spot is hard enough that John and I choose to be home at 3 PM, if we go out. At 3 PM, (since there are no parking spots, even near schools), the road is blocked by cars waiting to pick up their little darlings. Hubby knew one of those parents. Home was 3/4ths of a block away. (Not exaggerating.)
I keep wondering how we survived all these millenniums without caged-parenting.
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My parents ruled by the old-enough principle. They had three kids in 26 months. I was the youngest, (until little brother showed up 11 years later.) So, Mom was pretty warn out by the time I was 4, which is when old-enough came along.
If my oldest brother was old-enough to cross the street without holding Mom's hand, I was old-enough. If I was old-enough to ride a bike, he was old-enough to go wherever he wanted on his.
Pretty much, once one of us became old-enough, we all became old-enough.
(Annoyed oldest brother often, because Mom chose me as the old-enough some times.)
If my oldest brother was old-enough to cross the street without holding Mom's hand, I was old-enough. If I was old-enough to ride a bike, he was old-enough to go wherever he wanted on his.
Pretty much, once one of us became old-enough, we all became old-enough.
(Annoyed oldest brother often, because Mom chose me as the old-enough some times.)
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Actually, we did get the "don't take candy from strangers" speech even when we were little, so it wasn't hushed hushed. The big difference is it's sensationalized as TV news.
And, being raised Catholic, we certainly knew which priest to avoid as kids. And, we knew who to avoid in the neighborhood too. (Unfortunately, for me, the one to be avoided was also my oldest brother, so I was stuck.)
Truthfully, when we were kids, it was worse. Hubby only knew one family from when he was young, that wasn't abusive. And he lived in Philly, so it wasn't like he didn't know many kids. He could hear the neighbors kids being beaten through both walls of his rowhome, out the back door, or on the front steps. And, when the dads weren't beating their kids, they were beating their wives. And if the husband wasn't beating the wife, the wife was beating the husband. He knew exactly one kid who wasn't beaten by his parents, and didn't beat their spouse.
Truthfully, the predators have lessen over the years, because society no longer accepts beating family. BUT, it has also increased, because predators can find out how to do it more effectively from the Internet and news. And taking your kid everywhere doesn't change that. It just teaches kids fear of everything.
And, being raised Catholic, we certainly knew which priest to avoid as kids. And, we knew who to avoid in the neighborhood too. (Unfortunately, for me, the one to be avoided was also my oldest brother, so I was stuck.)
Truthfully, when we were kids, it was worse. Hubby only knew one family from when he was young, that wasn't abusive. And he lived in Philly, so it wasn't like he didn't know many kids. He could hear the neighbors kids being beaten through both walls of his rowhome, out the back door, or on the front steps. And, when the dads weren't beating their kids, they were beating their wives. And if the husband wasn't beating the wife, the wife was beating the husband. He knew exactly one kid who wasn't beaten by his parents, and didn't beat their spouse.
Truthfully, the predators have lessen over the years, because society no longer accepts beating family. BUT, it has also increased, because predators can find out how to do it more effectively from the Internet and news. And taking your kid everywhere doesn't change that. It just teaches kids fear of everything.
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The abuse was there, as you mentioned earlier physical abuse of kids and wives
was overlooked and considered the norm. I think spare the rod and spoil the child
was often an excuse for abuse.
Sadly many in authority also were abusers but their authority gave them protection,
teachers, priests, children’s homes. My brother was raised in a children’s home run
by nuns. He was often beated and denied food for minor infringements by the nuns
who somehow thought they were beating discipline into the orphans.
The preditors years ago were those who were suppose to be taking care of the
children.
At least it’s something we are more aware of these days but it still goes on.
