ASPartOfMe wrote:
kraftiekortie wrote:
The only advantage is that we were “free-range” kids.
I have written a lot of posts and will in the future write about how growing up free range made me better and tougher person. While I am blaming the helicopter parents I can see how that can come off as patronizing blabbering deserving of an Ok Boomer retort.
There were times as a kid when my parents had no effing idea where I was nor what I was doing. It was probably made worse by the fact that I often ranged rather far afield because I had issues playing with the other kids in the neighborhood — I would have stuck closer to home had I been a "normal" kid. And TBH I don't think I discussed all this with my parents nor did they often ask.
When I was 13 I took my bike a couple of times more than 3 miles away** to visit a girl I'd met at camp the previous summer, and I don't think I ever told my parents about those trips.
When I was 14 my parents put me on a bus to visit relatives in Canada, about a 12-hour trip with a transfer at Port Authority Bus Terminal in Manhattan. When I got to the border, they took me of the bus to question me, but after calling my relatives they concluded there was nothing else for it but to put me back on the bus and let me (and the other passengers) proceed.
I happen to think this was extreme and my parents were lucky something seriously bad didn't happen to me. There are limits.
**Please note this was Baltimore City/County not some idyllic rural setting you might imagine