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	<title>Comments on: Cops Interrogate Family For Allowing Kids To Play Outside</title>
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		<title>By: ladywithatruck</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It makes me sad that kids don&#039;t get to experience the carefree activities I did and even my son did. Spending from dawn til dusk building forts, not wanting to stop to eat and if mom was really nice she would pack you a picnic to take out to your fort. A time when two or more kids got together and someone would say what do you want to do and someone else would pipe up with,&quot;Lets pretend.........&quot; now kids can say,&quot;lets pretend we&#039;re outside&quot;. Or do they even know what pretending is? Everything is imagined for them, virtual lives played by remote control. Parents can&#039;t let their kids play outside and they can&#039;t spank them for misbehavior. Soon they will be nothing more than sperm donors with no rights whatsoever.My son played for hours with other children in the forest, it was a small community where every one knew everyone else and we all watched out for all the kids.There was Mrs Hickman (and the kids called her MRS ) who alwayshad cookies ready for any hungry little ones that knocked on her door. There was a dad always available to help with a chain that came off so.eone&#039;s]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It makes me sad that kids don&#8217;t get to experience the carefree activities I did and even my son did. Spending from dawn til dusk building forts, not wanting to stop to eat and if mom was really nice she would pack you a picnic to take out to your fort. A time when two or more kids got together and someone would say what do you want to do and someone else would pipe up with,&#8221;Lets pretend&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8221; now kids can say,&#8221;lets pretend we&#8217;re outside&#8221;. Or do they even know what pretending is? Everything is imagined for them, virtual lives played by remote control. Parents can&#8217;t let their kids play outside and they can&#8217;t spank them for misbehavior. Soon they will be nothing more than sperm donors with no rights whatsoever.My son played for hours with other children in the forest, it was a small community where every one knew everyone else and we all watched out for all the kids.There was Mrs Hickman (and the kids called her MRS ) who alwayshad cookies ready for any hungry little ones that knocked on her door. There was a dad always available to help with a chain that came off so.eone&#8217;s</p>
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