I Let My 4 Kids Play Outside, On a Sunny Saturday. The Cops Wrote Up a Report

Speaking for myself, because you are a lying and shilling the 'there are plenty of play ideas online' bullshit and need to shut the fuck up.
Is that clear enough?

What are u talking about that wasn't me and i dont even know what you are talking about.

Feminazi Alert!

Are cops somehow barred from talking to teen girls?

I dont lock my kids in the basement. No point in arguing with you all. You just throw out insults.

I dont lock my kids in the basement. No point in arguing with you all. You just throw out insults.

When I was a kid on any given summer day we would rove around several adjacent neighborhoods in a pack of 4 or 5 kids on our bikes (sting rays with banana seats).

We'd start in the morning and go from one person's house to the next to the next and so on. One kid had a pool, another had a trampoline, another had the Twister game, I had a garden hose, a Slip and Slide, and grass, someone else had a basketball hoop above their garage, and another's mother would make us koolaid without fail whenever we visited.

When we's get bored we'd just hop back on our bikes and head into one of several expanses of desert that surrounded the neighborhoods and do a little more work on one of our our forts. We'd nail foot boards up the trunk of the biggest mesquite tree or gather old plank boards from the stray garbage here and there and build a seat up in the crux of the tree for a look-out.

At about this time we'd run into the other pack of kids that ran the same neighborhoods and engage in a bit of "I can do whatever you say better than you" talk. Then we'd all hop back on our bikes and try to pedal the fastest up to the Circle K convenience store on the corner to get a red and yellow bullet popsicle, a fugsicle, or a cherry icee. We'd pay with money from our allowance that was earned doing household chores like weeding, babysitting, washing the car, or cutting the grass.

It always felt just great to have ALL DAY to spend with our friends, living large, in the neighborhood.

After all, we didn't HAVE to be home until dinner time which strangely enough was 6 p.m. at everyone's house.

Our parents were never worried about us one bit. When we'd get home, all they wanted to know is what we had ended up doing that day and did we have a good time.

Then, after dinner, more often than not, back we'd go outside to play again with our friends in one person's driveway or carport or the street. We'd play until dusk set in and the streetlights came on (which could be as late as 9:30 or 10:00 p.m.)

WHAT HAPPENED TO CHANGE ALL THAT?

The quotes say it was you. I know GLP quotes screw up sometimes but this goes back yo your original post. Why lie?

I dont lock my kids in the basement. No point in arguing with you all. You just throw out insults.

Video games...too much of it. And I remember doing all that stuff above in the early 90s when I was in elementary school (minus the fort building lol).

But we used to play tag, baseball, football (even had some girls playing!!), water gun fights, racing our bikes around the circle.

But right around 94/95 is when video games started skyrocketing. I remember having a Gameboy, Genesis, and Nintendo, but none of use ever played them so much to the point where we didn't play outside.

Then Playstation and N64 came out and that was it. Then of course the whole PC culture where everybody is afraid of something and afraid of offending anyone.

And if we did play too many video games, our parents would MAKE us go outside and play lol.

Who said my children don't go out? They are very active in sports and school events. You are fucking crazy!

We had atari and my memory of it was we would play together fighting over who played next for a few hours sometimes, but then it got boring and we went out and did real activities. Video games have been part of children's lives since the first pong game came out and there is NOTHING wrong with it unless it is taken to excess, but play should be limited to minutes or maybe an hour at most and not allowed every day.

Now they have games that children prefer to reality which it is the province of the parent to regulate by force if it becomes necessarily. I once smashed my boys 64 with a claw hammer when he failed to respond to my voice while playing. he got the point really quickly, and yes he was 'traumatized' by it (but since I bought it it was my right to do as I pleased with it from his point if veiw)but in the long run much better off because he learned how strongly I felt about it and it caused him to THINK about why what happened did and how it was for his own good.

Get bent, I read what yo wrote and I know you were lying. That translates into shilling for the agenda

Cops not cold.

And better that social services takes them from you than a pedo does.

you're a terrible parent.
Just so you know, when you intentionally traumatized your child by acting like an irrational violent ape rather than a stern but safe caregiver, you lost your right to have your children give a crap about you when you'll need them in your old age.

Better luck next life.

Idiot canuck fucktard don't you realize that if social services take them the odds are a pedo or worst will get their hands on them? Read the statistics, I know them off the top of my head because I have been personally involved in a friends problems with CPS and had a neighbor that molested a child he adopted through the state right in front of me and they refused to even take my statement.Kids taken by the state from their parents are over twenty times as likely to be sexually abused, ten times as likely to be murdered, 40 times as likely to commit suicide, and are almost always taken in for some ulterior motive like to be used as sexual toys, a cash cow where the foster family tries to make as much profit as possible off the child (some run what can literally be described as puppy farms taking in as many children as possible) and nearly every kid in state care begs to be reunited with their parents.

You are a nut bag I have lied about nothing. Show me the quote i have lied about with my name to it. Thanks in advance.

The validity of your opinion is limited by your intellect.
You have the brains of a brain damaged hamster and know nothing about children and how they think

since the OP leaves the kids out in fields without any supervision, and didn't even know the cops were talking to the children until his/her child told him/her, it won't be hard for social services to pick them up, will it?

As for your boy, hopefully he lucks out and does better than a "can't handle that child is not perfect... ME SMASH" King Kong for a father figure.

You lied about the attempted abductions, show us a newspaper clipping or article, the intent to bolster your position. How do i know? Many years of experience dealing with government paid shills

you are in for a big surprise. I'd love to be a fly on the wall that day.

Children do not forget.

I'm on my phone and don't now how to cut and paste yet( its new). I don't have to prove anything to you. You are the one who said I was lying by what I wrote. After reading what you did to your kid. You are a tool and a real piece of work.

Well your not allowed to let your kids out, letting them have fresh air is a bad thing. I mean when I was 10 or 11 i never biked for 2-3 miles to go fishing on my own in the doctors pond (sarcasm, i went to the pond every weekend, or over holidays, every damn day!)

I was everywhere outside when I was a kid, woods, park, fishing, i was Never indoors.

When I was a kid on any given summer day we would rove around several adjacent neighborhoods in a pack of 4 or 5 kids on our bikes (sting rays with banana seats).

We'd start in the morning and go from one person's house to the next to the next and so on. One kid had a pool, another had a trampoline, another had the Twister game, I had a garden hose, a Slip and Slide, and grass, someone else had a basketball hoop above their garage, and another's mother would make us koolaid without fail whenever we visited.

When we's get bored we'd just hop back on our bikes and head into one of several expanses of desert that surrounded the neighborhoods and do a little more work on one of our our forts. We'd nail foot boards up the trunk of the biggest mesquite tree or gather old plank boards from the stray garbage here and there and build a seat up in the crux of the tree for a look-out.

At about this time we'd run into the other pack of kids that ran the same neighborhoods and engage in a bit of "I can do whatever you say better than you" talk. Then we'd all hop back on our bikes and try to pedal the fastest up to the Circle K convenience store on the corner to get a red and yellow bullet popsicle, a fugsicle, or a cherry icee. We'd pay with money from our allowance that was earned doing household chores like weeding, babysitting, washing the car, or cutting the grass.

It always felt just great to have ALL DAY to spend with our friends, living large, in the neighborhood.

After all, we didn't HAVE to be home until dinner time which strangely enough was 6 p.m. at everyone's house.

Our parents were never worried about us one bit. When we'd get home, all they wanted to know is what we had ended up doing that day and did we have a good time.

Then, after dinner, more often than not, back we'd go outside to play again with our friends in one person's driveway or carport or the street. We'd play until dusk set in and the streetlights came on (which could be as late as 9:30 or 10:00 p.m.)

WHAT HAPPENED TO CHANGE ALL THAT?