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Carry on.
“CGar, you were probably pretty big for your age back then”
LMFAO!!! Have you MET me??? Um, I was ALWAYS one of the kids who had to sit Indian Style on the floor while everyone else sat and stood behind us for class pictures.
CGar, you were probably pretty big for your age back then – ie mom has less reason to worry
Roseanne:
“If those kids are still alive at 5:00 when their father gets home, I’ve done my job.”
When we were 13, my mother and my then best friend’s mother put us on MetroNorth in New Haven and sent us unaccompanied to Manhattan, armed with their credit cards (and notes authorizing us to use them in case anyone should question 2 13-year-olds trolling 1977 Manhattan with their parents’ credit cards), where we spent the weekend at an apartment my father then had on the UES. We were fine, though, really, because we our 13-year-old friend who lived on the UES met us at Grand Central.
Nowadays, my cousin who lives in the town where I grow up, doesn’t let her kids play in the cul-de-sac at the bottom of their driveway unaccompanied. For years I asked my mother what she was thinking, and she said she doesn’t know what possessed here, though I’ve always suspected she was hoping I’d never come back (in which case she just would have canceled the credit card!)
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So about 20 years or so ago??? That was probably one of the most dangerous parts of manhattan south of 80th street back then!!!
ha i guess. honestly tho i never LEFT the port authority building for the most part. like i said, i thought i was taking the bus to the mall. my bio mom used to take me into the city on the bus for years before that when she would buy drugs and we would come into thru port authority. i played in the hydrants sometimes while she went and did her thing lol!! one of my earliest memories actually.
*rob*
My twin brother and I walked home from Boy Scouts by ourselves once when we were like 8 and as we passed this weird pole thing that’s in the ground in my hometown – like something you’d tie your horse to in the Old West – we started sitting on it and flipping around. We were laughing hysterically.
A young woman, blonde, came by and seeing how much fun we were having, joined us. Eventually it got time to go – we probably were only there for 2-3 minutes – and I think she kissed us on the cheek.
There are still parts of the country where you don’t really have to lock your doors.
Hell, I don’t lock my front door when I’m at home in Bed Stuy
“yeah i walked to school starting in kindergarten, and it was a pretty crappy urban area of jersey.”
Everybody did that when I went to school. But that was back when people also never locked their doors and left babies in strollers outside of restaurants when they went inside to eat (which one would immediately get reported to child services for now). Different world now. Even in the upscale ‘burbs, most parents accompany their kids to school until they’re around at least 10 or 11.