What is wrong with this world that makes me even slightly nervous that I've let a 12YO and a 9YO go to the park at the end of our road on their own for an hour. Ok the 12YO isn't as savy as most kids his age but it's still something I don't think our parents would have thought twice about in the 60s or 70s.
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http://bit.ly/bXPBP2
If you look due west to where there is a bit of road shaped like a curser arrow you can see where there used to be a damn fine lido which every kid in the district used to go to, especially in that really hot summer when I would have been Jodies age.
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I started walking home from school by myself when I was six or seven. About a mile through the Council estates on which I lived with one difficult road.
At ten I was cycling on A roads up to five miles from home. I also went to the speech therapist by myself, which involved two bus routes and an awkward change. The speech therapist thought nothing of the fact that I came by myself.
At eleven we all went to school by bus or walked - mine was four miles away, with two major difficult roads and a half mile walk at the end of it. By this time I knew all the paths through the woods and fields and golf courses within a couple of miles radius of my house, and often walked them by myself.
And I wasn't even a particularly self-sufficient child, and my parents were intelligent and loving and careful.
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Mind you, our village was very small, and I was related to approximately half of it.
And we are talking over 4 decades ago.
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I walked the half-mile to and from INFANTS' school pretty much from the day I started, except for the occasional day when I met one of the teachers (who went the same way) and walked with her. One semi-main road to cross (it was a T-junction onto the slightly more main road). I took the bus to junior school - about 2-3 miles - but often walked back, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend. It involved crossing the main road outside the school with the crossing warden, then the main road at the bottom of our street, as well as several minor roads. At eleven I walked the mile and a half to grammar school as a matter of course, apart from the couple of years when I cycled.
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By 10 I was walking to the central public library, about a fifteen minute walk away, on a regular basis, by and 12 I was walking all over downtown. (I still have some paperbacks I purchased at a second hand bookstore while on my own at about 12). Come to think of it, I started high school at 12 and had to walk the same 15-minute walk as to the library every day (the school and the library were across from one another). This was in a moderate-sized city.
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If you look at the link you can see how far it is to the corner shop. The play area is in the middle of the park and the school is to the left of it. we used to live in Hilton Place.
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-- cars and road crossing (we're quite careful about this, and their ranging is limited by busy roads)
-- that so many people are heartless or busybodies these days that they won't help children in distress, so that if things go wrong it's hard for kids to get help.
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It's every bit as safe now as it was in the 60s, it's just that newspapers have realised that child molestors sell newspapers.
Stop reading the papers and you'll feel a lot less worried.
I realised the 'stranger danger' thing had got out of hand when a friend's child fell off her bike and was too scared to allow the local vicar to help her.
I decided at that point to tell my kids that virtually all people are nice and that they could do pretty much anything - as long as they ALWAYS told me first where they were going and who they were going with.
They grew up fine.
I remember a few of our neighbours were initially concerned when their daughters started playing with Henry during his university holidays. Age gap of about 8-10 years. He found the company of younger kids relaxing and the gang of girls (and a few boys) liked having a friend who was big enough to give them shoulder rides. I recall one summer where he had a group of them up on the scaffolding tower while he was painting the front of the house. I think he was telling them stories.
He's a natural uncle - and sadly, being a male who enjoys the company of children is enough to generate suspicion in this day and age.
(Just in case you're wandering, he was never alone with any of the girls and almost never brought the gang into the house.)
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However most of the local kids were very insular and fiercely protected their "patches" from others. So she couldn't go too far without running into "hostiles".
If your two don't encounter that problem then all to the good.
Where I grew up the kids weren't so bad, they at least acknowledge the local park as "neutral" territory.