tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post1928113729219305593..comments2024-03-27T01:07:03.944-04:00Comments on The Roses of Prose: Nostalgia by Betsy AshtonAlison Hendersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12725250883303287946noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-56761759534597371832015-07-27T19:37:02.262-04:002015-07-27T19:37:02.262-04:00Another free-range kid here feeling a little homes...Another free-range kid here feeling a little homesick for what used to be. I was born and raised in a big, big city and retreated to the country to raise my kids. It was/is as close to those days of yore that I could get. Thanks for memories, Betsy.Margo Hoornstrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00036077481652050799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-51558281197998080492015-07-27T19:14:46.899-04:002015-07-27T19:14:46.899-04:00I did too, Betsy. We hung out with kids in our nei...I did too, Betsy. We hung out with kids in our neighborhood - boys and girls, all different ages. I remember roaming about a mile from home, in a pack, following some poor guy we'd decided was a Russian spy because he wore a trench coat. :-) We had sleep-outs in the summer in each other's back yards using a clothesline and blankets to form a tent. (Although I'm pretty sure we did have sleeping bags.) We chased fireflies at night and had marathon canasta sessions when it rained.<br /><br />... Now I'm homesick! Thanks for helping us remember the good times.<br /><br />Leah St. Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11004006100786260893noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-91647460742512290482015-07-27T10:35:56.364-04:002015-07-27T10:35:56.364-04:00I was like you, growing up in a TINY town with my ...I was like you, growing up in a TINY town with my bike as my only means of transportation. We came home at dinnertime, and my parents didn't have to worry about where I was. My girls have grown up in a bigger town full of tourists (and traffic) in the summer. I didn't send them out on their own on their bikes until they were a little older. But I know parents who literally wouldn't let their kids play in their own yard without watching them every minute. I was never that type of helicopter parent. I figured my girls were smart enough to run away from strangers if someone tried to lure them to their car. I doubt the world is filled with more pedophiles today than it was when we were kids. The media is just more extensive in their coverage. It certainly is a different world...but I'm not so sure the old one wasn't better.Jannine Gallanthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01047728297429025804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9023937099212820339.post-92429415803008682015-07-27T09:48:45.619-04:002015-07-27T09:48:45.619-04:00What lovely memories, Betsy. Sad, too, that the wo...What lovely memories, Betsy. Sad, too, that the world has come to the point where parents have to be so vigilant. We hear on the news or read about such wicked people who do vile things to children. Were those types of people around when we were kids or did our parents just not know about them? Life was so much simpler way back when.Diane Burtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754105332297068271noreply@blogger.com