Jacie Estes
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Know what's sad?
When I was a little girl, and a not-so-little girl, there were three different neighbors I could go to, when I wanted to. A lady who I called "Gram" and her husband "Gramp"; the lady down the street who had a dog named Solo and an apricot tree in her yard; and my neighbor across the street, a man. His wife had passed, and he lived alone.
My friend - let's call him "Frank" (not his real name) kept a chicken coop, and he'd let me come over and look for eggs, feed the chickens, and help with his yard. He'd make me tea (he was Irish), and we'd garden together; and when harvest time came, he'd let me do the picking. He was a good, good man...
When I look back, I see nothing but good...I'd ride my bike up and down the block, often well after dark, coming to or from the neighbors houses. I loved my block - I'd see them when I left for school, when I came home from school...there wasn't a problem with me going for a walk or visiting a neighbor without my parents or brother with me. I'd just say "I'm going..." and I'd go.
I came to no harm at all. I learned a ton about people, gardening, chickens, apricots, Ireland, and everything in between. If I needed help with homework, I could go ask them, as well as my parents.
I guess what I'm saying is that times really have changed, and not for good. What happened to my childhood safety? Why is this happening to our children, when it didn't happen to me? Why?
Bless little Jersey's heart...fly free, little angel, dance in Heaven, soar in the clouds. Be free, be joyous, and know that you are loved and missed.
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Herding Cats
I grew up in a small town across the border in Oklahoma under the same circumstances as you. Damn shame kids aren't safe anymore.