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	<title>Comments on: When I Was a Kid I Walked to School</title>
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		<title>By: The Tuna</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-1101</link>
		<dc:creator>The Tuna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 04:01:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Frank,

Like you I walked to school every day by myself, rode my bike to the other side of town to be with friends, and climbed to the top of every tree in my neighborhood.  What I remember most was how us kids in the area would get together on our own and play baseball.  No parents ever had to arrange anything for us.

I was reading an article about how parents have started calling in to where there children work, and complaining to the manager if they get a less than stellar performance review.  Where does it end? let them grow up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Frank,</p>
<p>Like you I walked to school every day by myself, rode my bike to the other side of town to be with friends, and climbed to the top of every tree in my neighborhood.  What I remember most was how us kids in the area would get together on our own and play baseball.  No parents ever had to arrange anything for us.</p>
<p>I was reading an article about how parents have started calling in to where there children work, and complaining to the manager if they get a less than stellar performance review.  Where does it end? let them grow up.</p>
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		<title>By: The Tuna</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-4473</link>
		<dc:creator>The Tuna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Frank,

Like you I walked to school every day by myself, rode my bike to the other side of town to be with friends, and climbed to the top of every tree in my neighborhood.  What I remember most was how us kids in the area would get together on our own and play baseball.  No parents ever had to arrange anything for us.

I was reading an article about how parents have started calling in to where there children work, and complaining to the manager if they get a less than stellar performance review.  Where does it end? let them grow up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Frank,</p>
<p>Like you I walked to school every day by myself, rode my bike to the other side of town to be with friends, and climbed to the top of every tree in my neighborhood.  What I remember most was how us kids in the area would get together on our own and play baseball.  No parents ever had to arrange anything for us.</p>
<p>I was reading an article about how parents have started calling in to where there children work, and complaining to the manager if they get a less than stellar performance review.  Where does it end? let them grow up.</p>
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		<title>By: Frank Roche</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-1100</link>
		<dc:creator>Frank Roche</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Frank</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-4472</link>
		<dc:creator>Frank</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Merci</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-1099</link>
		<dc:creator>Merci</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 03:02:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just tonight I was looking at a photo of me a couple of months before my fifth birthday.  I was playing outside in the snow with my friends Gary and Jeff. I commented that we always played outside, and our parents weren&#039;t always out there with us.  There were lots of moms home all day, though, watching us out the kitchen window while they made dinner.  Any one of them (even if you didn&#039;t know them)was welcome to let us know it if we were doing something reprehensible.  There was a general blanket of supervision across the neighborhood, rather than one helicoptering parent for each of us.  Guess we were the generation that was raised by a village.  I think it was a good way to grow up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just tonight I was looking at a photo of me a couple of months before my fifth birthday.  I was playing outside in the snow with my friends Gary and Jeff. I commented that we always played outside, and our parents weren&#8217;t always out there with us.  There were lots of moms home all day, though, watching us out the kitchen window while they made dinner.  Any one of them (even if you didn&#8217;t know them)was welcome to let us know it if we were doing something reprehensible.  There was a general blanket of supervision across the neighborhood, rather than one helicoptering parent for each of us.  Guess we were the generation that was raised by a village.  I think it was a good way to grow up.</p>
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		<title>By: Merci</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-4471</link>
		<dc:creator>Merci</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 03:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just tonight I was looking at a photo of me a couple of months before my fifth birthday.  I was playing outside in the snow with my friends Gary and Jeff. I commented that we always played outside, and our parents weren&#039;t always out there with us.  There were lots of moms home all day, though, watching us out the kitchen window while they made dinner.  Any one of them (even if you didn&#039;t know them)was welcome to let us know it if we were doing something reprehensible.  There was a general blanket of supervision across the neighborhood, rather than one helicoptering parent for each of us.  Guess we were the generation that was raised by a village.  I think it was a good way to grow up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just tonight I was looking at a photo of me a couple of months before my fifth birthday.  I was playing outside in the snow with my friends Gary and Jeff. I commented that we always played outside, and our parents weren&#8217;t always out there with us.  There were lots of moms home all day, though, watching us out the kitchen window while they made dinner.  Any one of them (even if you didn&#8217;t know them)was welcome to let us know it if we were doing something reprehensible.  There was a general blanket of supervision across the neighborhood, rather than one helicoptering parent for each of us.  Guess we were the generation that was raised by a village.  I think it was a good way to grow up.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarcasmom</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-1098</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarcasmom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 11:23:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I first heard the term \&quot;helicopter parent from my youngest daughter who is now a dean at a college in New York. At the time she was an RD at another college in NY. She also used the term \&quot;Lawnmower Parents\&quot; THey run over you and anyone else in their way in order to make sure their kid is fist, best and gets what they want. She also called us one day and thanked us for raising her to be able to make a decision. SHe said so many students were away from home without the ability to do so on their own.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I first heard the term \&#8221;helicopter parent from my youngest daughter who is now a dean at a college in New York. At the time she was an RD at another college in NY. She also used the term \&#8221;Lawnmower Parents\&#8221; THey run over you and anyone else in their way in order to make sure their kid is fist, best and gets what they want. She also called us one day and thanked us for raising her to be able to make a decision. SHe said so many students were away from home without the ability to do so on their own.</p>
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		<title>By: Sarcasmom</title>
		<link>http://frankroche.com/blog/2008/06/04/when-i-was-a-kid-i-walked-to-school/comment-page-1/#comment-4470</link>
		<dc:creator>Sarcasmom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 11:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I first heard the term &quot;helicopter parent from my youngest daughter who is now a dean at a college in New York. At the time she was an RD at another college in NY. She also used the term &quot;Lawnmower Parents&quot; THey run over you and anyone else in their way in order to make sure their kid is fist, best and gets what they want. She also called us one day and thanked us for raising her to be able to make a decision. SHe said so many students were away from home without the ability to do so on their own.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I first heard the term &#8220;helicopter parent from my youngest daughter who is now a dean at a college in New York. At the time she was an RD at another college in NY. She also used the term &#8220;Lawnmower Parents&#8221; THey run over you and anyone else in their way in order to make sure their kid is fist, best and gets what they want. She also called us one day and thanked us for raising her to be able to make a decision. SHe said so many students were away from home without the ability to do so on their own.</p>
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