I remember when I was 5, I walked all the way to school by myself. I don't remember the exact distance, but it was quite a ways for what I remember and definitely farther than I would allow my kids to walk. I'm 43 now.
I was a very timid child. I don't ever remember my parents talking to me about strangers or what to do in certain scenarios back then. I just think I have always been naturally fearful. I remember once walking home from school and a station wagon driving slowly and trying to wave me over. I ran.
I would cry over EVERYTHING. I cried when I was 7 and I was walking home in the rain. All the worms popping out of the holes freaked me out. Another time I dropped my popsicle in the rain and I cried.
I remember when I was about 9 or 10 and I wandered away from my dad in a department store. I panicked and started crying. A man-a stranger--put me on his shoulders and I found him. To this day, if I'm shopping with my husband I usually wander off and when I can't find him I get that panicky feeling.
I tell my son when he's walking from the bus stop to make sure he is paying attention to his surroundings. I tell him to never get in a car with anyone, no matter what they tell you. I've told him I would never, ever, ever send a person to pick him on the side of a street or anywhere else without letting him know. We have apartment complexes, trailer parks, and convenience stores all along the walk home. I always tell him if someone tries to take him or get him to come with them to run to the nearest apartment and get help. Or run to the store and get help. He's 11 and as a mom it's very hard for me to let go, but I have to give him a little independance. But believe me, if he's not home by a certain time, I start getting that panicky feeling.
I was a very timid child. I don't ever remember my parents talking to me about strangers or what to do in certain scenarios back then. I just think I have always been naturally fearful. I remember once walking home from school and a station wagon driving slowly and trying to wave me over. I ran.
I would cry over EVERYTHING. I cried when I was 7 and I was walking home in the rain. All the worms popping out of the holes freaked me out. Another time I dropped my popsicle in the rain and I cried.
I remember when I was about 9 or 10 and I wandered away from my dad in a department store. I panicked and started crying. A man-a stranger--put me on his shoulders and I found him. To this day, if I'm shopping with my husband I usually wander off and when I can't find him I get that panicky feeling.
I tell my son when he's walking from the bus stop to make sure he is paying attention to his surroundings. I tell him to never get in a car with anyone, no matter what they tell you. I've told him I would never, ever, ever send a person to pick him on the side of a street or anywhere else without letting him know. We have apartment complexes, trailer parks, and convenience stores all along the walk home. I always tell him if someone tries to take him or get him to come with them to run to the nearest apartment and get help. Or run to the store and get help. He's 11 and as a mom it's very hard for me to let go, but I have to give him a little independance. But believe me, if he's not home by a certain time, I start getting that panicky feeling.