I had/have a great mother! She left my sister and I in the car all the time while she shopped. We didn't have DVD players or video games to entertain us either. All we had was the up/down lever on the seat back, the stereo, and creative sibling rivalry. I know from the age of 9 I was home alone between the bus dropping me off and mom getting home from work. During the summer, I was home alone with my 6 year old sister all day while mom worked. I cooked meals, used sharp knives, rode a bike without a helmet and steered the car from the passanger seat while mom worked the peddles. I learned to drive a stick shift when I was 13. I had a classmate that learned to drive younger than that. He would fetch the tractors on the farm. One day his grandfather had a heart attack while driving the farm truck...he took over control of the truck and drove his grandpa to the hospital. He was in the 5th grade, so about 11-12 years old!
During the county fair, from the time my sister was 9 and I was 12, my mother would drop us off there to tend to our 4-H barn duties. She would go to work and we would fend for ourselves until she got off work. There weren't any cell phones to keep in touch with. And it wasn't back in the "good 'ol days" when things were simpler and safer. This was the 1990's.
This was my life experience and it served me well. I learned to be concious of my actions and environment, to be independent and responsible. You can't roll all kids and all parents into the same ball. What works for some is inappropriate for others. You saw a situation that you thought was bad and acted on your concience...those kids must've been really rough housing.
During the county fair, from the time my sister was 9 and I was 12, my mother would drop us off there to tend to our 4-H barn duties. She would go to work and we would fend for ourselves until she got off work. There weren't any cell phones to keep in touch with. And it wasn't back in the "good 'ol days" when things were simpler and safer. This was the 1990's.
This was my life experience and it served me well. I learned to be concious of my actions and environment, to be independent and responsible. You can't roll all kids and all parents into the same ball. What works for some is inappropriate for others. You saw a situation that you thought was bad and acted on your concience...those kids must've been really rough housing.
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