I vote yes... I was riding all over town at 13, and I would have let my girls ride 2.5 miles in the country at that age.
If the area isn't safe, it would be a different.... but yeah, this mom would allow her to do that...especially with a cell phone.
oh, and my yes doesn't mean you are unreasonable... just that I agree with your husband.. I would just say you are a little nervous.. I understand... I just haven't ever been that way... I trusted my girls to ride in town and country at that age... without cell phones.
Easy to learn her pattern of lessons and plan an abduction.
If she is as pretty as her Mom she is a target.
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I vote yes... I was riding all over town at 13, and I would have let my girls ride 2.5 miles in the country at that age.
If the area isn't safe, it would be a different.... but yeah, this mom would allow her to do that...especially with a cell phone.
I walked to the PO when I was 13 also. It was a different day than today. Everyone hadn't lost their minds and most still believed in God and went to church.
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Happy moments, PRAISE GOD.
Difficult moments, SEEK GOD.
Quiet moments, WORSHIP GOD.
Painful moments, TRUST GOD.
Every moment, THANK GOD.
On Sunday, October 6, 2002 while out riding my bike my life changed forever. I vanished without a trace not far from my rural Richwoods, Missouri home. An intensive search was mounted by federal, state and local authorities, but there were no clues as to what may have happened to me. My parents, along with family and friends announced their intentions to form a private organization to continue the search for me. The response was overwhelming, as thousands of volunteers responded to their pleas for help over the next several months. But still no clues were found. Rumors ran rampant that I had been struck by a car and taken away, or had run across a drug lab and been killed. My parents still never gave up hope, and continued their search - week after week, month after month.
They put my picture on billboards, and in every store and gas station. Countless family and friends put their lives on hold and helped look for me and other missing children. Months became years and still they looked for me. Psychics and frauds loudly proclaimed my demise and told my parents they had talked with me from beyond. But still they kept looking, never giving up hope. I prayed every day that my parents would find me. I knew my parents weren't giving up, and neither would I.
On Friday, January 12, 2007 my life changed forever once again. Our prayers were answered when I and another missing child were found by authorities in an apartment in Kirkwood, Missouri - ALIVE! I was finally reunited with my family after nearly four and one-half years of captivity. I've begun the process of healing and look forward to making up for the time I have lost with my family and education. Our love, hope and faith have kept us strong and will see us through the days ahead.
they found him after the pervert that got him snatched another kid...
When I was 12/13 there was a group us that used to ride 3 miles to the neighbor town.
The key word is GROUP. If there was more than 1, I don't see a problem, but definitely not alone.
I walked to the PO when I was 13 also. It was a different day than today. Everyone hadn't lost their minds and most still believed in God and went to church.
It is a completely different day.
What I have bolded is a huge reason why. Undeniable.
The exact same land my dad grew up on as a child, ran from dawn till dusk on without fear of harm... is now the same land that drug dealers peddle their wares on.
Things have changed... The country isn't so innocent any longer.
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