Sadly yes.
I have memories of train journeys unaccompanied to my grandparents home.
8 years old, 300 miles, not quite to the state border. Big adventure none the less.
These days, there are adults too afraid to leave their door at night. Half the world seems terrified by everyone else's shadow. And there are some really bad people out there. But, I see the same "problem" we had 40 and more years ago in Vietnam. When everybody dresses alike, just who the hell is the bad guy.
Then there is that "boyz in the hood" problem, fool teenagers here are killing themselves in copy cat fashion.
Or those sad little "emo's", eyes painted black, oh God they depress me.
What ever happened to the good old days, when we used to slap together an old billy cart or soap box racer or what ever you wanted to call them, and go pick on a bloody suicidally big hill.
Remember the dismal effort of the galvanised iron canoe? The sticky tape over the bullet holes, to keep the water out, was never going to work.
What really freaked my poor mother, was the day we decided to try toboganning.
No snow, deep thick grass.
No tobogan, a length of bull nosed corrugated galzvanised iron sheeting. Looking back, no wonder poor mother freaked.
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