An example of why this society sucks.
Kid walks part of a mile from school to soccer practice, "hundreds" of people call 911.
People, 911 is for EMERGENCIES. Dumb asses. This shit reminds me of a picture I saw the other day of play ranges by generation: the great-grandfather was allowed to walk 6 MILES to go fishing, the grandfather slightly less, the mother even less, and the mother's kid is only allowed to go to the end of the street. I tell you, if my parents tried restricting me to such a small range when I was a kid, I'd rebel. But I didn't have to. I went pretty much wherever the hell I felt like. My parents were happy if I came home after they honked this horribly noisy bicycle horn. I don't think it endeared us to the neighbors, but it was effective. Even though I couldn't hear worth shit as a kid, I could usually hear that bike horn. I don't remember the range it had, but I do remember being as far away as two or three streets away.
On the rare occasions when I was too far to hear the bike horn, my dad would look for me with the car. He usually found me pretty quickly, I've always been somewhat predictable about where I went. He was a little annoyed on those rare occasions, but it was never a huge deal. I think I'd be the same way as a parent, only I think I'd use a pager to call the kid home. None of this cell-phone shit; I'm old fashioned that way. I got my first, and so far only, cell phone just three years ago. I resisted getting one for ages before finally getting one. And I *still* haven't gotten a credit card yet, and don't intend to.
People, 911 is for EMERGENCIES. Dumb asses. This shit reminds me of a picture I saw the other day of play ranges by generation: the great-grandfather was allowed to walk 6 MILES to go fishing, the grandfather slightly less, the mother even less, and the mother's kid is only allowed to go to the end of the street. I tell you, if my parents tried restricting me to such a small range when I was a kid, I'd rebel. But I didn't have to. I went pretty much wherever the hell I felt like. My parents were happy if I came home after they honked this horribly noisy bicycle horn. I don't think it endeared us to the neighbors, but it was effective. Even though I couldn't hear worth shit as a kid, I could usually hear that bike horn. I don't remember the range it had, but I do remember being as far away as two or three streets away.
On the rare occasions when I was too far to hear the bike horn, my dad would look for me with the car. He usually found me pretty quickly, I've always been somewhat predictable about where I went. He was a little annoyed on those rare occasions, but it was never a huge deal. I think I'd be the same way as a parent, only I think I'd use a pager to call the kid home. None of this cell-phone shit; I'm old fashioned that way. I got my first, and so far only, cell phone just three years ago. I resisted getting one for ages before finally getting one. And I *still* haven't gotten a credit card yet, and don't intend to.