Childhood: Then and Now

March 9th, 2009.

When I was a little kid, my parents pushed me out the front door every day.

“Come back when the streetlights come on,” they said.

Oftentimes, my 3 year old brother was sent out with me to tagalong. Of course, I considered this a great imposition. After all, at 5 I was way too old to hang out with babies. Still, I had to take care of him because that’s what older sisters are supposed to do.

Back then, we never dialed phones and set up 2 hour play dates. Instead, we’d simply knock on our friend’s doors and say, “Is so&so allowed to come out and play?”

Of course they were.

When we got a good group together, we’d play baseball or kickball in the street.

Yes, in the street.

When the cars rounded the corner, we’d scurry away as fast as we could. We’d use a whiffle ball instead of a real ball in order to prevent hurting anyone’s car. After that, we’d have a squirt gun war. No one checked the temperature on the Internet to make sure it was warm enough to get wet.

Fortunately, no one got sick or died.

Some days, we’d go exploring in the woods. Our minds full of fantastical stories of bad guys chasing us, we decided we must build a tree house. So we gathered up scrap pieces of old wood, rusty nails pulled out of rotting pieces of equipment, and a hammer someone nicked from their Father’s toolbox. Then we’d nail this crap to a tree. Once the rickety house was complete, we’d climb up in it, careful to hold on to the branches in case the floor gave out beneath us. Then, we’d muse to ourselves that we had not built it high enough.

We built ramps in parking lots and jumped them with every toy we had that sported wheels. Skateboards, bikes, roller skates. We didn’t have helmets or kneepads or elbow pads. It didn’t matter. Sometimes we’d fall and rub the skin completely off of our bodies. Nobody cared.

We’d eat berries and apples from strange trees. We’d ride our bikes 6 miles to the park, alone. And not just any park, either. We went to parks with monkey bars higher than our Dad’s heads and dangled our legs over cement. We sat in puddles full of oil and water and swam in water so dirty it might as well be called sewage. In the summertime, we’d go 6, 7, 8 hours at a time without laying eyes on our parents.

And we survived.

Hell, we didn’t just survive. We flourished.

Not a single one of us was overweight; we all had little muscles popping out here and there. We were brave, too. Little badasses. There was no way a perv was going to kidnap us. In fact, we kept little sticks we had sharpened on the sidewalk in our pockets, just in case. Homemade shanks. Sometimes we got lost or hurt, sure. But we knew the difference between a creepy adult you should steer clear of and a responsible adult you could ask for help.

And not one of us died. Not one.

Unfortunately, things have changed and I’m inclined to believe it’s not for the better. I cannot stand how cowardly, weak, and coddled children have become. Children twice the age I was back when I was running the streets with a 3 year old brother in tow have 1/8th the confidence and capability.

Last week, I went to target with a 10 year old and an 8 year old. We stopped in the toy section for a moment because I remember what it was like to walk the isles and dream. (As opposed to today where children walk the isles and demand shit until they get their every heart’s desire)

I said to the children, “I’m going to go look the bath towels. If you want to stay here and look at the toys, I’ll be back to get you in 10 minutes.”

As a child, I wouldn’t have even acknowledged this was a big deal. It was commonplace for me to split from my parents in department stores. They always looked at boring shit and I had a Christmas list to write.

“No, we’ll just stay with you,” the children nervously tittered.

“You want to look at bath towels?” I asked, “Are you sure? Are you sure you wouldn’t rather stay and look at the toys…or maybe cross the isles and look at the electronics?”

“No, we’ll just stay with you.”

I can’t stand it anymore. Kids aren’t normal! They have no childhood anymore. They just have one never ending, confidence crushing, adventure less, schedule. They have self esteem, (whatever that means) but no actual accomplishments.

So I came up with a plan.

I gave the children $20. “This is for cleaning up the yard,” I said.

Then, we went to the mall. As we stood by the pizza place in the food court, I approached them with a little proposition.

“You guys are free to go spend your money, but I’m not coming with you.”

They blinked their eyes, confused. “Where will you be?”

“I’ll be in the boring stores and I don’t plan to step foot in a single toy store. So if you want to spend that $20, you’re going to have to go it alone.”

The children were torn between the desire to spend the money that was burning a hole in their pocket and their preference to remain in the company of adults at all times. Finally, they hesitated and I knew I had them.

“We got to lay down some ground rules, though, before we split up. The first one is that you stay together no matter what. The second one is you do not leave this mall under any circumstance without me…not even with another adult. The last one is we meet back here at this pizza shop at exactly 3:30pm.”

I paused briefly when I realized that neither one of them was wearing a watch. Then I thought to myself, fuck it.

“If you need to know what time it is, you can ask any clerk working behind the counter of any one of these stores. If you need directions back to this pizza place or to a restroom, you can ask them that, too. I want you to mind your manners, don’t break or steal anything, no fighting, no screaming, no running, and no idiocy. You got that?”

They nodded their heads carefully.

“Alright then, go. Have fun.”

I watched them walk away until they got lost in the crowd. For a moment, I felt completely satisfied. They’re finally learning independence, I told myself.

But that lasted only a moment. Not more than 5 minutes after they walked out of my sight, I found myself choking on my fear.

What if they get lost? Fall down? Get into trouble at one of the stores? What if someone sees them walking alone and calls the police? Ten and seven is plenty old enough to walk around a mall, but people are nuts now. Nuts. And what if they’re right? This is a safe neighborhood. Not a single child has been kidnapped here in my lifetime. Crime is low. No gang violence. This is a safe neighborhood! But still…but still…but still.

I resisted the urge to track them down and tell them I changed my mind. If I had I would have invalidated every bit of courage they had displayed in walking away. So, I let them be.

And at exactly 3:15, I was at the pizza shop waiting for them. If they are even 5 minutes late, I will go looking for them. Get on the intercom or something, I nervously told myself.”

But they weren’t late. At 3:30 on the nose, they showed up, cheeks red with excitement, with a bag of spoils wrapped around their arms. They had an adventure. They had a great time. They walked with a bit of a swagger now. Children of the world; little bad asses.

I knew the answer the second I saw them strutting, but I asked anyway, “Did you have a good time?”

Their answer was enthusiastic.

Of course they had.

Of course they had.

No one died. Instead, they experienced a bit of pure, undiluted, childhood.

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55 Responses to Childhood: Then and Now

  1. Matthew Glennon

    Holly Crap, I agree with you completely. I grew up in much the same way.

    – Matt

  2. Emorich

    Meh. I agree with you, but i dont think those crazy paranoid mothers are as widespread as you think. the kids on my street now run around like lunatics just as much as i did as a kid.

  3. Serafina

    I remember my childhood days of running around and having the time of my life too. Ah, fond memories! I pity kids today with their helicopter parents hovering over and planning every detail of their little lives. God, it must suck to be a kid in this day and age!

  4. thedailyuplift

    How true. When I tell my son the stuff we did, he thinks we were crazy. We had our own little society and we loved it! Plus no one ever died. 🙂

  5. skot

    I agree with you 100%. Kids ar ebeing turned into over-reliant dependents these days. Have a look at this blog and the corresponding book


    Great info for parents who dont want to fuck up their kids.

  6. mikelanza

    Wonderful post! I run a blog devoted to solving the problem of the lack of neighborhood play. It’s called ( I’m writing a book on the topic right now.

  7. tiny-topian

    Thank fuck you are back, nice honest writing with great incite. 🙂

  8. chuck

    It is absolutely hilarious to watch kids who have freedom and haven’t been babied interacting with those whose parents have kept them on a leash (sometimes literally) their whole lives. My parents run a family resort in a rural small-town, and obviously they don’t have time to watch my seven year old sister’s every move. Meanwhile, people from Chicago will arrange ‘play-dates’ with my little sister via my mom. This means that my mom will send them outside after saying, “Don’t light anything on fire. Stay out of the lake. If you’re going to mess around on the skateboards, put a helmet on. If you need me I’ll be ____.”

    It’s hilarious to watch their eyes bug out of their little heads. Needless to say, my little sister might be a hellian, but she runs shit.

  9. stradivaribe

    A-motherfucking-men. What the hell is a playdate, anyways? I almost got kidnapped when I was a kid, but I was smart enough to run the hell away as fast as I could.

  10. Jules22871

    First let me say that being disabled I don’t get out much. Your blog is a wonderful diversion for me and I look forward to seeing new posts as often as you can get them out. Thanks for making my world a little brighter.

    Second, I have been preaching the same thing for years! I had my 3 kids pretty early in life so they pretty much grew up the same way I did, running the neighborhood and having a blast while we did it. Yeah, a few of us got hurt now and then, but nothing serious. I think my broken arm back then was the worse thing that happened to any of us. My kids have thankfully never been seriously hurt while off having an adventure. I have friends that started having their children 10 years after I did so they are all into the coddling thing and I keep telling them that they are raising a bunch of pussies and they need to stop it.

    We have raised a generation “by the books” and we have created monsters. We didn’t have school shootings when we were kids. The most violence we might see is a fist fight on the playground once in a while. Now we have kids with “self esteem issues” that have no clue how to cope with being told no and have no idea what go outside and play means. And think, they are the future of our world.

  11. alperryman

    I took my 5-year old cousin to the movies one day. We sat on the aisle, and she told me urgently, “I’m supposed to sit on the inside so I don’t get kidnapped.”

    Oy vey.

  12. salsicha

    I played in the street, and I know a kid who got run over and crippled.

    I played in the woods, and I know a kid who got sick and died.

    When a bunch of us kids played together one of us managed to disengage the brake on a bulldozer that was parked at the top of a hill above a housing development….

    At the school I went to kids brought guns and shot each other. I even saw someone get shot in front of my house.

    Oh thats right, I grew up in a city. Where are you people from????

  13. xiaoda

    V, you are awesome. You have a great attitude and your writing style is really satisfying at the end of a long day.

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  15. whatever

    Exactly. Kids aren’t any different then when we were kids but adults with their media-induced paranoia are making them crazy.

  16. boilermaker

    WOW, what an idiot! I would have actually laughed hearing that story on the nightly news if your kids had come up missing. The world we live in now is vastly different than the one we where raised in and alot more dangerous for small children, and saying you survived your own childhood with those adventures is a real testament to your parents common sense as well. People like you do not deserve to have kids. You are the reason people think of ideas like making society need a license to get pregnant.

  17. chuckatron

    I love you.

    Also, boilermaker is an cowardly, ignorant fool.

    Crime has dropped dramatically in the last 20 years. Murders, robberies, assault, property crime, rapes, kidnappings– all of it gone down by percentages in the double digits compared to the early 80’s.

    You’re right that the world is different these days. It’s much, much safer, especially for kids. The only difference is that you’ve been taught to fear more, because it sells things better.

    The kids of this generation are the most screwed up, poorly-adjusted, selfish, and irresponsible ever, and due in large part to being overprotected.

  18. xor

    i grew up in eastern europe in the early 80s where i had a childhood as you describe, and when i moved to a large city in the US at age 7 around 1988, it was very interesting to see neighbors’ reactions to my parents giving me such freedoms. although it sounds like a lot of suburban and especially midwestern kids still have such opportunities.

    right on topic, i recommend a couple excellent inspiring and very funny video lectures here. if you are in agreement with this original article, you’ll love these videos too.

    TED Talks: Gever Tulley: 5 dangerous things you should let your kids do

    TED Talks: Sir Ken Robinson: Do schools kill creativity?

  19. David Quigg

    First, a couple quick things:

    1) Back in the good old days, one of my best friends on our little cul-de-sac crashed his skateboard and almost died from a head injury. He had a long, scary hospital stay. So I have trouble sentimentalizing the days when we all went without helmets.

    2) From what you wrote, I couldn’t tell if you are the parent of those kids who took part in the $20 experiment in the mall. I really hope you are. Otherwise, no matter how misguided the parents might be, it’s just not your role to take a unilateral step by trying an experiment like that.


    All that said, I tend to think we can strike a balance on stuff like this.

    If we’re not willing to let our kids out of our sight, it becomes our absolute duty to let them lead us on spur-of-the-moment, lunatic adventures. Even if we get our own clothes filthy. Even if we endure baffled stares from other parents. Even if we’d really rather get on our phone to send a quick e-mail to someone at work. Even if we wander so far and so long in the woods that we have to eat beef jerky and Cheetos for dinner on the drive home instead of sitting down to a real meal.

    I call this an “absolute duty.” But more than that, it’s the coolest excuse ever to go out and do ridiculous stuff that adults supposedly are too old and mature to be doing.

    I realize this can’t work indefinitely. My kids, who see me as a playmate today, will not want me tagging along forever. Nor should they. But for now, it works. By letting them LEAD me on these outings, I hope I’m steering clear of inflicting the type of childhood you described: “one never ending, confidence crushing, adventure less, schedule.”

    But time will tell. And, obviously, each of my kids will ultimately cast the only decisive vote on whether this childhood has been enchanted or suffocating.

  20. treeson

    Oh, I miss having that “I am now a woman of the world” feeling every time I closed the door on another day of tree climbing, falling in ponds, & climbing on the rotting roof of the only derelict (and therefore haunted) house on the street. That was the greatest feeling. No one could stop you.
    Then, you know, I grew up.

  21. Anoop

    wow! you put that brilliantly. have wondered about this many times myself. why so serious, kids?

  22. raazychx

    I agree with the post, V. This kind of thinking is “unorthodox” or “against the rules,” but we need a little bit more of that these days. There are too many rules to adhere to…

  23. Blue Like the Sky

    My 9-year-old was brought home “by the police” last week, and I was thrilled.

    Am I crazy? No. We were staying in an Embassy Suites, and a big fancy party was going on in the atrium…fancy dresses, live music, the kind of things some 9-year-old girls groove on.

    We’d been letting them “explore” the hotel with and admonsihment to stay out of the party area and the same caveats you laid down on your mall excursion. After many wonderful experiences (my fave: “found” art from stuff they found lying around), a security guard brought them back and ended their joy.

    Two smart, savvy girls having a wonderful time….for a bit.

    (And I did have the other family’s okay)

  24. renaissance

    tough love always works the best

  25. littlegoldwoman

    I agree with Boilermaker. This is a very different world.

    Where as I dont believe in making kids into wimps I do believe in teaching them to be wise and cautious. I let my boys (11 & 7) go to the toy department at Wal Mart while Im shopping. My 11 yo rides his bike to the store.

    When I was about 8 or 9 I was almost abducted from a mall. I went out by the fountain without my mother and a man asked me if I wanted to come to his car and see his puppy. I said no thanks and he grabbed my arm hard and began to pull me… I screamed, he let go and ran.

    That was mid 70s in Houston.

    Youre quite silly if you think that there is something wrong with being protective about your kids these days.

  26. moose

    I’m a child of the 90s and my parents let me and my 3 siblings roam the neighborhood, never once did we get raped, molested, abducted, or even threatened…the only injuries any of us received was me: at school, so I commend you, V: fuckin’ great post 😉

  27. chuckatron

    Another recommendation to those who are interested in this topic:

    Too Safe For Their Own Good, by Michael Ungar, Ph.D

    Backed up with research, facts, and logic, rather than rhetoric and emotion. Risk builds responsible adults. Lack of risk builds incompetent adults who end up being far more dangerous to themselves and others.

  28. AndrewJC

    @littlegoldwoman: Don’t you think you’re a little biased, then, because you had your own experience with attempted abduction? You were part of the VAST minority—and that minority has only gotten smaller in the intervening time between the mid ’70s and today.

    The fact of the matter is that child abductions have not gotten any more common in the last thirty years. What HAS gotten more common is for-profit news agencies who believe that it’s in the public’s best interest—excuse me, when I said “public’s best interest” what I really meant was the news agency’s bottom line’s best interest—to sensationalize child abductions. Oddly enough, the only stories that get any attention are when well-to-do little white girls are abducted. Odd how young black boys never make the six o’clock news…

    Regardless of what experience YOU might have had in the past, it IS far safer for children nowadays than it used to be.

    Hell, even back in the mid-’80s in New York City—a city that in the ’80s was pretty unsafe for ANYBODY, let alone a child—I was a five-year-old who got separated from his family in Grand Central Station. You know why I didn’t get abducted by some stranger? Well, the real answer is probably that there was nobody who’d want to abduct me in the middle of Grand Central, but related to that was the fact that I had been taught that if something like that were ever to happen, I was to do one thing: find the nearest police officer and tell him or her that I had been separated from my family. And that’s exactly what I did. That police officer was kind enough to stay with me until my mother found me, thanks to the bright red hooded sweatshirt I happened to be wearing.

    All in all, it was an ADVENTURE, and despite the fact that I was scared, I still did the responsible thing and sought help.

    I wish MORE parents would push their children out the door after school. Too many kids do nothing but sit and watch television or play video games nowadays.

  29. LushRimbaud

    I think you’re crazy. 3 and 5 year olds are raped and murdered in their own neighborhoods now. Take them to the park a couple hours a day, let them play in their own yards, set them loose in a mall? No way. Adventure is fine, teach your kids to take care of themselves, that’s great. But let them loose when they’re 10? No way. Not because they’re weak pathetic wimps but because the world is so screwed parents are torturing and killing children. I’ll teach my son to take care of himself, but not put him in a position to have to with an adult twice his size and weight. It’s a great idea… for a different generation.

  30. KabulVan

    Holy Crapola, Batman!!! V really does have a heart.

  31. spriteless

    ‘sprobly more a class change than times changing. Why do you think all your rich friends are so easily entertained?

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  33. noelove

    I love it. I’m the type of parent that lets my 2 year old climb on the big toy at the park and I’m not just standing there freaking out if he *might* fall. I watch other parents watching him, and then coming over to help him up the ladder. Bullshit. He’s 2 and probably has better climbing skills than I do. And if he falls, he gets a kiss and learns to hold on tighter next time.


  34. juanitac

    nice story. so true. what can you do. I spent the last 18 years embarrassing my son by MAKING him play. yep

  35. kidcanuck

    I’m glad you’re back, and writing something as engaging as your old stuff.

  36. KBlock

    I think the keyword here is “fortunately.” I know two people who broke their leg due to childhood accidents without parental supervision, and 3 who lost an eye, including my grandmother. We’re all still here because we didn’t die. I can’t say that’s exactly a logically sound argument. Of course we didn’t die, because if we did, we wouldn’t have lived to say we didn’t die.

    I do remember a time when a child who wandered off from a parent at the department store was not so frightening, as usually the child was taught to find someone who worked at the store and they’d be reunited via announcement over the public address. Nobody considered, at least as far as I could tell, that they might have been kidnapped and gone forever. I would go read magazines while my mother grocery shopped, and meet up when she was at the deli, from which I knew it was time to wander myself over to the pets aisle (it’s spelled AISLE, “isle” is an island) and get 6 cans of dog food, and then we were almost done.

    That said, I don’t know any scared kids. I do observe children let to wander around stores by themselves being little assholes all the time, however. You can’t really instruct a child not to be a little asshole and tell them to meet back at some point. Even a well-behaved child doesn’t know when they’re being an asshole in public. I don’t know what to say about the person above who was proud their child came back with the police – running around like a little unsupervised shit is disturbing to other adults. I don’t know how to balance this with encouraging independence. I know my sister-in-law lets her children wander off in a restaurant, and I was horrified for the other patrons when I saw it. I don’t like some random toddler walking up to MY table while I’m enjoying a meal, and they don’t listen when you tell them to go away. Her daughter does seem to have a lot of confidence I probably didn’t have when I was 6, but think of all the other people who had to put up with your methods of child-rearing.

    Just a week ago, I went to look at paint samples at Home Depot, and there was a mom doing same, with her 8-10 year old daughter sprawled all over the other half of the display rack like it was a bench. I said loud and clear and not snotty, “excuse me,” and the child gave me a death stare, and moved her leg like I was asking her to chop it off. She was still bodily in my way. Her stupid mother was oblivious to this asshole’s behavior. Can’t win. I’ve also noted in general, you can’t say “excuse me” to anyone (like we were taught when very young – at least I was) anymore without them receiving the request like you’ve got some goddamn gall expecting them to move aside. What is wrong with people?

    I really can’t back these sweeping generalizations, but it’s nice to have some sort of topic people can relate to, and say things that aren’t very popular. Children are ok on an individual basis, but I don’t look at the age group as a whole sentimentally. They’re learning every day how to be whatever kind of jerk their parents might be, and excusing their behavior on account of their age and lack of maturity teaches them excuses are easier than learning one step at a time how to cooperate with the general public.

  37. Vartika

    “We flourished.” TOTALLY!
    Between now and then, I often think I was a child at the right point of time – when the internet wasn’t around as much, parents weren’t choked with insecurities about their child’s future but they were concerned just enough.
    Friendships came easy and stayed long.
    And time just flew!
    More often than not I do feel bad seeing the kids around…no doubt they are smarter in some aspect than we were…they have more exposure…but independent – naah.
    And I am really amused and inspired by your little exercise!
    May be time for me to dole out pizza rewards here as well!

  38. poisonivy

    I love it. Excellent post!
    So, I’m still young and in high school but times are so different even from when I was a 10 years old
    We had just moved into our new house that summer, and about a week after moving I had become close friends with this guy who was at least a year or two older than I was.
    He, his little brother, and I would ride our bikes all over the place and have rock wars in the recently demolished house. We’d catch snakes and crawfish in the coolies by our houses. I ate watermelon at his house, but my mom had never met his. It didn’t matter.

    Today, I walked over to the middle school tech department, and I see all these ten year old kids in their abercrombie and fitch clothes and iPhones…

  39. whatever_you_want_it_to_be

    One of your best. Maybe you should do a post called, “Humanity: Then & Now,”
    I’m sure you would nail it. In a good way. 😉

  40. mkf

    i, like you, had a free and easy childhood–couldn’t imagine it any other way.

    today? i see a kid alone, alarm bells ring; i immediately start looking around for his accompanying adult.

    damn this media-driven culture of weakness and fear–it’s gotten me too.

  41. Jules

    Thank you somebody who agrees. But one thing I was not like you. My mom is so overprotective and still when Im 17 years old. Its ridicoulous. If I wanted to go outside just outside the front door my sister had to come with me. I could not even walk out side alone. My mom always kept tabs on me. I was like a prisoner. I look back and now I know why I watched t.v all summer. Because I could never do anything because I was not allowed to walk to the front yard. There was no freedom. I could not even walk to the park with a friend. I have no adventure when I was little. I look back not on my childhood and like wow it kind of sucked. I look at my neighbors. I live in an apartment building and wow they do all kinds of stuff. They walk in the front yard they play all kinds of games. I play with them when I have time it reminds of my own childhood. Of course I am so busy so I really dont have time and have not done for a while. Heck they play. I was going to ride my bike to the park and my neighbor wanted to go with me. So I let her and her parents let me. She is very young. She can walk with me across a busy street. Compared to my neightbors when I was there age I could not do anything. They can do everything.

  42. Jules

    Error its suppose to say and her parents let her.

  43. Jules

    Wow spam sorry. I thinking to write more. If I ever have children Im going to actually let them have a childhood.

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  52. since1988

    V’s right though. Most of the kids these days just spend indoors playing games on computer or playstation. Parents do think its safer that way to stay in n play so they kinda support that more [ i dont mean every parent dont get all offended]

    Whether you think it’s safe for your child to play in your neighbourhood or not, that depends on how old your kid is, how mature your kid is and how your neighbourhood is so you gotta keep those in your mind when you are about to let your child out of the house.

    Yes i do agree that today is a different world. Duh. But i reallly reallly dont think psychos just been given birth to attack the 21st century JUST IN TIME to rape or kidnap my children. They have always been around its just that people weren’t informed properly. But now that media has improved with aid of technology, statistics are more accurate and well informed…and we get scared for our children because WHAT IF!

    If you worry too much about what might happen to your child, you might as well not give birth and let the kid live in the first place.

  53. wheelnut53

    I don’t let my 5 yr old son do half the stuff I did because I care and because if anything ever happen to him I couldnt handle it .

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  55. Lorene Richardville

    A buddy of mine linked me this on facebook. I really like the site, this post is easily my favorite, thanks!

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