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One of my favorite things I like to say about my Mama, said it on here more than once so I reckon the precedent's been set, here goes...
My Mama loved me so much, that she allowed me to go outside with the opportunity to kill myself each and everyday, in fact she insisted on it.
"Get your little ass out of this house and don't come back til supper time, and don't you dare be late..and boy if your bleeding you best stay on the porch, you ain't to be bleedin' on my rugs!'
Um, evidently I bled a lot when I was a mean lil' motor scooter, I remember those words clear as day .
Yeah guess my Mama'd get life in the electric chair today, just for lovin' me, well me, and of course clean floors;-)
Me too!When I was 11, I was babysitting other people's kids.
I'd be sitting in prison for what I allowed my children to do at that age. My two and two neighborhood children would ride there bikes to a small strip mall. They had money to call home first thing on arrival- no cells back then- call again when ready to leave for home. This wasn't just around the corner, but a good half hour bike ride. In Fl in the summer. Back roads, no why crossing.
And we had that nice thread for you too.
In this case, I think the police were erring on the side of caution. The kid was locked outside--not just playing outside by choice--and had no idea where his parents were (in case of emergency). Right or wrong, we live in a litigious society; had something happened to the kid and the cops knew he was alone, incommunicado with parents, and locked outside, they could be held liable. I'm not saying he shouldn't be outside or playing, but this is a reality now. If the parents had been home or the kid could contact them readily, chances are cops would have checked on him(they'd have to, once notified by neighbors), got the info, and moved along.