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To: E who wrote (41599)	11/12/1999 2:31:00 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

You know my mother was terribly OVERPROTECTIVE. I can only assume she compensated by allowing me to play at home with deadly objects. I remember at 5 I cut my thumb because she let me go make myself some lemonade with fresh lemons (I still do not let my 10 year old use a sharp knife). She let me walk home alone from kindergarten- a walk of about a mile across one very busy street, and several small streets. I let myself in and waited until the babysitter arrived. My mother and father were about as far from being hippies as two very square academics could be. My mother never allowed me to go to a DEMON rock concert. And my curfew was 10pm until I was 18 and midnight thereafter- so I married at 19 to escape. Looking back on it I think neither of them had a CLUE as to what children are capable of. Neither of my parents had any experience at all with young children. And neither of them was particularly well suited to caring for a young child - there was NO natural ability there, lying latent, for the young child (me) to awake. So what I asked for I got- except for the mini-bike I desperately wanted, and my mother wouldn't let me have a skateboard because the doctor told her many horror stories about head injuries with skateboards. But lawn darts, hey, THOSE were fine. And by all means, give the kid a gun. To be fair I really, really wanted the gun. I lined my barbies up and shot them. I think I may have stalked the cat as well- it didn't like me. Looking back, I can't blame it.