BPR: A Georgia mother of four was arrested late last month for allowing her then-10-year-old son to walk outside alone.
The drama began to unfold around noon on Oct. 30th when mother Brittany Patterson drove her eldest son to a medical appointment, according to Reason magazine.
She had intended to take her youngest son, then-10-year-old Soren, with her as well but couldn’t find him at the time.
“I figured he was in the woods, or at grandma’s house,” Patterson, who lives on 16 acres of land with her father and husband, later recalled to Reason magazine. read more
By ten I had a paper route and a lawn job.
“The cops subsequently deployed a female sheriff to pick Soren up and contact his mother by phone.”
I think I just spotted the problem.
The most important attribute all cops must possess is good judgment.
Good oral and written communication skills, compassion, the ability to think outside the box, and a grounded measured temperament, all of these are important as well but without good judgment you cannot do your job effectively and you are a lawsuit just waiting to happen.
Even without jumping through all these ridiculous hoops of dog tagging her kids, I doubt the DA will file any charges against her, but public condemnation must rain down heavily on this department and this stupid woman deputy needs to find another line of work.
At 10 I was allowed to ride my bike one and a half miles down our country road to visit my nearest classmate to play. Also to go even farther, but I always came back in reasonable time. I’m only child and parents were very protective! Neighbor’s dogs were the scariest, get going fast as I could then got my legs up! That bike most prized possession.
When I was 10, I was driving farm tractors on the gravel roads from different pieces of land my dad had. I pulled self-unloading wagons, then did the unloading into the silos. This TDS is making these Progs more nuts with each passing day.
More government overreach.
Yuh shuda seen what I had Ashley doin when she was ten! I kep her REAL clos at home, Jack!
They become very useful at 9.
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The most danger that boy will ever face will be from govt agents.
At 10 I and my friends were swimming in the St. Clair river, riding our bikes 9 miles to Beards Hills to camp overnight with hatchets, knives and matches.
These people would have give our parents life sentences.
but abortion is ok, right?
At age nine, a school friend and I circumnavigated the civilian part of Coronado CA on our Flexies¹. This was a totally unremarkable event to the two of us and to our families. If anyone had questioned it, the questioner would have been the weirdo.
A few years later, age 11 or so in about 1960, I rode my bicycle anywhere I wanted in the residential areas of north Buenos Aires; Olivos, La Lucila, Martinez, Acasuso, San Isidro. Perfectly normal activity.
Side note: One evening my parents were having a cocktail party and ran out of gin (“ginebra”). My mother handed 11-year-old me a string bag and a handful of pesos and told me to go up to the almacén and bring back a bottle. So I did. Again, no questions asked or notice taken, in particular by the lady running the store.
1. The Flexy was made by the folks who made Flexible Flyer sleds but these had wheels instead of runners. They were popular for a while in Southern Cal. in the 50s.
When I was ten, half the town went to see Goldwater at the local college football stadium. I got separated/dumped by my older brother. I managed to walk several miles alone to our home. No big deal!
What, no swat team? Did they get the battering ram out of the closet?
There are police and sheriffs that would never hold a position of authority.
Now they have authority and a gun.
Thank God they didn’t go all PNut on the kid.
And then there were the Abernathy boys…
https://www.405magazine.com/the-astounding-adventures-of-the-abernathy-boys/
I recall walking around Santa Monica by myself when I was 9 or 10. A guy driving the other direction made eye contact with me, made a U-turn. I crossed the street and went into a Jack in the Box. There were dangers, but we were savvy enough to deal with them.
I walked to the beach with a friend nearly every summer day during junior high. No adults chaperoning dozens of kids. Would walk another mile to Jack in the Box, 2 cheeseburgers and a milk for $1.00 (including sales tax).
GenX over here. We were raised differently to the kids today. Nobody would have batted at a kid walking a couple of miles.
GenX:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0H3iWj-TH5o