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50 Cal.
We now live in a time when many (?most?) children in our society are mollycoddled. My parents would likely be in trouble today for the things I was allowed to do back then in the 1950's.
Well, times have changed, and there are more dangers to children who may be off on their own than there used to be -- at least certainly in the urban areas. I frequently think back and wonder how my mother stood the freedoms she and my father gave my sister and me. During the summers I was frequently off with a friend fishing several miles of a local creek. My parents had only a vague idea of where we were, and we would just get on our bikes and ride miles just outside of town to the stream, fish up and down it, and then ride home. When I was a bit older, a friend and I for a while got into making black power -- of sorts: just grinding the basic materials and mixing them together dry. Hey, it works -- sort of. Good enough to make a canon out of a piece of pipe and fire D cells. I'm lucky I still have all my appendages. But we never blew anything up -- at least nothing that hurt us.
My kids were the same way growing up in NC. Too young to drive, they'd walk the 3 miles to town, and then back -- the three of them (two boys and a girl). One time (ages 7, 10, and 12, I think), they were hiking home from town and got picked up by the Sheriff (lived a few miles from us). I think he was concerned about them walking along the highway, but they were careful and fully off the shoulder. He just gave them a ride home, never said anything to us, and the kids just reported that they'd got a ride home from the Sheriff.
Even before then, when we were living in the Chicago suburb of Wheaton, the boys would get on their bikes and ride a couple of miles to fish some ponds. They knew enough to stay off the busy streets and take to the sidewalks when necessary. Before then, when the two of them were 8 and 10 (or younger) and we lived in Zion, they'd walk down to a big park not far from us (a commuter RR station was there as well) and fish a big pond. One time the older one caught a carp that was so big he couldn't even bring it home. We worried about them from time to time, but they knew what to do and they were together.
Now ... I don't know. There are more really strange people running loose and willing to do really strange and hideous things. Or so it seems. Maybe they were always there and the reporting just wasn't as good as in the new multi-media age. But now, if I had kids that age, I'd worry about them more no matter where we lived.
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