Parents' fears are robbing children of their childhood.
By Melodee Martin Helms
(Photograph)
Steilacoom, Wash. - My three boys sprawl on the couch, fingering their Game Boys. I wish I could shoo them outside until dusk. I wish they could tromp to the marsh to search for polliwogs. I wish we didn't have to live in a fortress. But we don't let our children play in the front yard, because a sex offender lives two doors down. Instead, like other families in this neighborhood, we've built private playgrounds in the back.

Friday

June 1st, 2007

Christian

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