tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post1056009593519561964..comments2023-12-05T10:04:14.177-05:00Comments on Ittybits & Pieces: Maybe prevention is the problemUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-41754876280464742242007-04-14T15:26:00.000-04:002007-04-14T15:26:00.000-04:00That's one of the reasons why Cuba was such a blas...That's one of the reasons why Cuba was such a blast into the past: there were kids EVERYWHERE, playing freely, without their parents. There's such a feeling of solidarity there -- people accompanying the elderly across the street and kids engaging in streetsports without worrying about getting snatched. People seemed to watch out for each other.Gail at Largehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05152443926372602487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-38269788972503733602007-04-10T08:13:00.000-04:002007-04-10T08:13:00.000-04:00Can you imagine letting your children ride around ...Can you imagine letting your children ride around the block on their bicycles, unsupervised? We used to disappear for entire afternoons, exploring the woods and creek near our house, playing with friends. <BR/><BR/>No one called 911, no one sent out teams and posted flyers to search for the lost ones. <BR/><BR/>It is a bizarre world now, one that I truly believe to be no less safe than when I was a child, but one that I still cannot simply let my children walk into, without my constant shadow. <BR/><BR/>Wonderful post, wonderful picture.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17350861069153040567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-59834974870394077792007-04-09T11:18:00.000-04:002007-04-09T11:18:00.000-04:00Just last weekend, Fiance and I were commenting on...Just last weekend, Fiance and I were commenting on the same thing. We were driving to my parents' place and I was pointing out where I used to ride my bike around and play catch, etc, and then it dawned on me that it was a beautiful day and I didn't see a single kid outside. I didn't see anyone in their yard, anyone on their bike, anyone in the playground or at the park. Zilch. Nada. Nyet.<BR/><BR/>And then Fiance said those same words: "The world's a different place today." And "nobody does those things anymore."<BR/><BR/>You can't help but be a little sad when becoming acquainted with that concept.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-489197080406259602007-04-08T16:32:00.000-04:002007-04-08T16:32:00.000-04:00Excellent post. The world really doesn't change, b...Excellent post. The world really doesn't change, but we change around it. I'm just as guilty of too much worry. I keep seeing stories on the news and the 'net of kids drowning in pools and bathtubs and water fountains. And I fear all water. <BR/><BR/>Needless to say, my child is stinky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-20315186138852353622007-04-07T21:37:00.000-04:002007-04-07T21:37:00.000-04:00This is so provocative and wonderful and sad. And ...This is so provocative and wonderful and sad. And true, most of all true.Mom101https://www.blogger.com/profile/15468524489744839899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-64163735509784388292007-04-06T17:15:00.000-04:002007-04-06T17:15:00.000-04:00I think you can keep your motto. Nothing really ha...I think you can keep your motto. Nothing really has changed, however I really do believe that our perceptions have changed about each other, about how "safe" we are and how "safe" we should be, and I think that shift is shaping how we react to the world. <BR/><BR/>I hear my parents say the world is a different place now, "You can't let your kids go places alone like we let you ... you just can't."<BR/>Just that way thinking alone seems to fuel a HUGE change in the way we do things, from the laws we make to the way we raise our kids.toyfotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17925976386177377987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-70794053018834159812007-04-06T16:53:00.000-04:002007-04-06T16:53:00.000-04:00Hmmmm. I need to ponder this one. It conflicts wit...Hmmmm. I need to ponder this one. It conflicts with my motto that "nothing ever changes." The details do, but not the big picture. I'll have to get back to you.Binkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-82955449795138157882007-04-06T13:47:00.000-04:002007-04-06T13:47:00.000-04:00So true. And we wonder where the good times went.So true. And we wonder where the good times went.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-80767916869052885182007-04-06T12:44:00.000-04:002007-04-06T12:44:00.000-04:00You think these images are killing you? They're fr...You think these images are killing you? They're from LAST YEAR. She's trying to kill me with the NO PICTURES MAMA!!! I'm forced to dip into the archives to keep this here blog in "pishers."toyfotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17925976386177377987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-49133720018779167092007-04-06T11:37:00.000-04:002007-04-06T11:37:00.000-04:00Jeezus Toy...why must you kill me with these image...Jeezus Toy...why must you kill me with these images.Firestarter5https://www.blogger.com/profile/01985878244666085318noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-43415409771754112832007-04-05T20:58:00.000-04:002007-04-05T20:58:00.000-04:00She looks so sad.We have a playground behind our h...She looks so sad.<BR/><BR/>We have a playground behind our house and thankfully it's still pretty busy, but I do understand the fear that a parent feels. I worry about letting my daughter walk to the grocery store across the street by herself and she's almost 14. <BR/><BR/>Life sure is different than when we were growing up...kimmykhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15527009466610518600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11830870.post-68443823597942912302007-04-05T16:13:00.000-04:002007-04-05T16:13:00.000-04:00Poor itty-bit, she can come to the playground with...Poor itty-bit, she can come to the playground with us. We always have fun, even if there is no one else there. <BR/><BR/>It is so true, as I bring the girls to soccer practice, I remember being dropped off and picked up an hour later. I don't think I could do that with them.Whirlwindhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16865143484526708978noreply@blogger.com