Oh, children are so constrained these days! No more free wandering.
When we lived in a developing suburb of Minneapolis in the 1960s, I rode my bike everywhere. Down unfinished streets with platted lots, no houses yet. Past the weathered old barns on Penn Avenue. To the library. No kids my age lived near, so I rode by myself. Later, in Sioux Falls, there were old wooded lots where my bike and I could be alone. Nothing ever happened, except for peace.
True. Nothing much happened. The occasional drowning in the Jordan River and lakes, though, and maybe the bus driver scared one of my friends a bit, but he didn't even approach her. It was all in her mind that he was a creep. Maybe it's silly to believe in ghosts, but specters thrive in our brains no matter how old we are. And the news media makes bank on it.
Oh, children are so constrained these days! No more free wandering.
When we lived in a developing suburb of Minneapolis in the 1960s, I rode my bike everywhere. Down unfinished streets with platted lots, no houses yet. Past the weathered old barns on Penn Avenue. To the library. No kids my age lived near, so I rode by myself. Later, in Sioux Falls, there were old wooded lots where my bike and I could be alone. Nothing ever happened, except for peace.
True. Nothing much happened. The occasional drowning in the Jordan River and lakes, though, and maybe the bus driver scared one of my friends a bit, but he didn't even approach her. It was all in her mind that he was a creep. Maybe it's silly to believe in ghosts, but specters thrive in our brains no matter how old we are. And the news media makes bank on it.