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	<title>Comments on: The Lost Wilderness of Childhood</title>
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		<title>By: Dan</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Dan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 22:07:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I have problems with this one too, unfortunately. It bothers me that my son isn&#039;t as free as I was, but then again, I wasn&#039;t on a busy street in a city of 1.3 million people either. I grew up in a dusty farm town in Kansas. 

Because I don&#039;t want to over-parent, I try to find ways to push my son past his limits, like I naturally did as a kid to myself. We play sports together, where he gets to choose what he does and I just play along, or we go on long walks. Even though we walk on sidewalks and not creek beds like when I was a boy, it can still be an adventure.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have problems with this one too, unfortunately. It bothers me that my son isn&#8217;t as free as I was, but then again, I wasn&#8217;t on a busy street in a city of 1.3 million people either. I grew up in a dusty farm town in Kansas. </p>
<p>Because I don&#8217;t want to over-parent, I try to find ways to push my son past his limits, like I naturally did as a kid to myself. We play sports together, where he gets to choose what he does and I just play along, or we go on long walks. Even though we walk on sidewalks and not creek beds like when I was a boy, it can still be an adventure.</p>
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		<title>By: Zach Nielsen (Vitamin Z)</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 22:36:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[That is a very tough one.  20 years ago when I was a kid, I was free to roam the neighborhood all day long with my friend Matt.  We did crazy stuff, but it was a blast.  Basically, I just needed to be around during dinner times, etc.  The thought of letting my kids do this is almost unthinkable to me.  Perhaps if I lived today in a smaller community like I did back then it might be more conceivable, but for now I like have them under my thumb, since my oldest is only 7.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That is a very tough one.  20 years ago when I was a kid, I was free to roam the neighborhood all day long with my friend Matt.  We did crazy stuff, but it was a blast.  Basically, I just needed to be around during dinner times, etc.  The thought of letting my kids do this is almost unthinkable to me.  Perhaps if I lived today in a smaller community like I did back then it might be more conceivable, but for now I like have them under my thumb, since my oldest is only 7.</p>
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