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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Adam_Walsh
This is what started this panic. A TV movie dramatization from 1983. At this point current parents largely weren't born yet so they don't even know how it started, they've just been raised into believing this is normal. It's not normal.
I started walking to school when I was eight. My parents made sure I knew the way and that was that. And on our bikes we went wayyy farther than a mile unsupervised
A lot of us walked/biked to our grade school as well. I can't remember which grade I started walking, but I was definitely doing it in 4. I'd wager even grade 3 but can't be 100% sure.
Do you visit them in jail?
On the weekends, it was routine for me to hop on my bike once my chores were done and just take off. The rule was just had to be home by dinner time, or call from whichever friends house I was at if I couldn't make it back in time. No cell phones.
From a very red state.
These are the same people who say the left raises kids to be too soft.
They're raising the most sheltered, fragile, children imaginable. The only thing they'll truly learn is to obey authority, because the only adversity they'll ever face is their parents' rod.
Nothing says small government like the police demanding you install spy software on your kids phone.
Lol. When I was 10 me and a friend would take a bus TO ANOTHER COUNTRY and hang out at the arena to wait for the teams so we could get our hockey cards autographed.
I still have that niklas lidstrom rookie card.
From a boring dystopia to a holy fuck that's scary dystopia.
Volunteered at a hospital in 10th grade for community service. Walked home 2.5 miles each time, partially along an expressway. I wasn’t allowed to have a cell phone because of the evils of screens (the Nokias had just switched to color, god forbid). It would’ve been weird not to walk home and wait hours until a parent was free when I lived that close. Shoutout to the eternally on-duty 7-11 employee Ray who sold me Gatorades.