My dear Mom, God rest her soul, let me play "army" all over the neighborhood, ride my bike from one end of town (15,000 pop.) to the other, attend the Saturday matinee at the theater downtown by myself or with friends. In my teens I could cruise Main Street with my friends in their cars. I graduated high school, attended college, got married (still am to the same gal, 37 years), landed a good job, raised a family, and retired. This was not endangerment, this was FREEDOM. The seeds were sown early in my life. This freedom, accompanied by a mother's love and discipline, has served me well. I was allowed to have a childhood. For this I will be eternally grateful.