An anecdotal, and with that insufficient answer.
I was previously warned by my mother for predators.I was a boy and had absolutely no picture of it, except that it was bad, because that said my mother. As a little boy, I did not fantasized what a child lokker would do. I thought at the level of providing candy-because there you lok, right?
I had to get a lot older before I understood that predators are probably another word for pedophile.But what did I know about it, as a boy.
But that made my mother dangerous to the world.I knew of no danger. I fell out of trees, came home with bloody knees and head wounds, we fought and did stupid things-and all this time it did not come to me that the world could be dangerous. I just did not invent it. Because I was a boy.
Now we are living in a time where we are endeavored to eliminate any risk.When a boy falls from a tree, we chop the tree, because: dangerous. As a child of the swing Kiepert: rubber tiles. Bloody knees and headwounds: o jee.
My idea: I do have to do with contemporary boys (and girls: For them the world is much more dangerous).Our risk-driving behaviour suggests that the world is dangerous. And as my mother made my world dangerous, we make the world dangerous for our children. And all this time I think: it is a part of it. It is a huge part.
The world was not more dangerous in my early years.People (parents) were just a little bit less small than today. Somewhere we are normally going to find that for every “danger” a rule is made by the government.
When I grew up it was learned that fire making is fun, but that you have to fit on.So on a fallow piece of land and if your hairs were in the fi gues you got the wind from the front when you came home. I have also fallen into the water while fishing or boating, and that problem had already been foreseen by my parents and sent me to swimming lessons at an early age. So a sermon about wet and smelly clothing and not about how dangerous water does not.
I knew that at the time, because I was six or seven when a classroom did not get to school after the summer.At the weekend she was swimming in the recreation pond and after diving no longer came above water. Hours later she was found. That is dangerous, of course, but one or two years later a boy from a class has died higher in leukaemia. If you are not dead when swimming, then you can also kill cancer. Or through a twirl in your gut, which years later the son of someone came from my acquaintances circle.
When I look at things that I find “dangerous”, that’s not the mischief of children.I’ve also had moments that I thought: guys, you’ve had real luck here. What I find dangerous is not that kids do weird things, I worry if they are influenced by others and can’t (well) explain why they do weird/stupid things.
I find one “I hadn’t thought about” a very different kind of problem like “they said that…”. And right there you can’t make any rules for it.
Life has really become no less dangerous, we have only created the illusion of a controllable world.
In my childhood, a seatbelt was not compulsory and cars were tin cans compared to current car.Everyone smoked cigarets and especially in a long car ride. The drug nuisance entered the residential area from the centre. Heroine syringes in the bushes at the playground. We sat in the middle of the cold War with rockets on “hair trigger alert”. In the early years 80 it went wrong when in a very exciting time a weather balloon over Norway was seen by the Russian radar as a rocket attack. We sat with the IRA, CCC, Rote Armee Fraktion all near me. Just across the border, the gang of nivelles mowed entire families while shopping.
Here I hoped to be rid of all that misery and terror, but it is all back again.The world is in some cases more auctioner nowadays but just as unstable.
As a child I worried about such matters not about toys, playing outdoors.On all such a simple business you have control, all the big things that caused the most fear for me is like the lottery you don’t want to win.
That is I think to compare a little apples with pears.
There are fewer drunk drivers nowadays, but there are more people.The number of deaths in traffic is lower, but wounded enough.
Too little outdoor play is also not good.A myocardial infarction at a young age is also not harmless.
I grew up in a happy family, but 1 in 8 children has not yet been affected by the parents.
Danger is of all day for children, regardless of whether it is sooner or now.
Sure, I just went with my friends all afternoons playing deep in the woods.Nowadays, parents are already getting a panic attack at the thought.
In the past, there was lead in paint, glue was not child friendly, toys and furniture were sharp edges everywhere.
I was cautious, watched where I walked and what I was doing.
Previously, a string was hung through the letterbox, nowadays children can lose the front door key.
The society is too much passed to safe.
Now, as mentioned in another answer, you can no longer come home with a bump or a wound.
If it does go wrong, you should have tried something very dangerous (and stupid).
Not knowing who to pay attention to is now also much more dangerous.The Internet makes everyone anonymous. In the past, an attacker had to be on the streets, now Ian he/his from the lazy chair are criminal. Children who are online and not monitored by (a) parent (s) can be forced/persuaded to complete nasty things.
The danger is still there, but it has shifted.
I do not want to say more dangerously, more freely.Just because there were fewer rules then and the norm was not that as parents you were constantly looking at how the children went. Take the popular book series The Five of Enid Blython! Those kids were constantly on an adventure, and no adult around to see if it was safe; )
In a developing country with occasionally armed rebel groups, who were hiding among others in the jungle behind our week-end bungalow “in the Mountains” (at about 800 m altitude but), the DI = Darul Islam?Coincides, we are never overtook my boyfriend and his parents 1 km higher up though, but they were friendly, no one hurt, asked for money and food, and left afterwards again. The few policemen who were there were always pulled back at the telephone office, and asked for help from the garrison by phone at 1.5 hours drive away, I believe it was a very long kind of play, the guerillas left as they had the headlights of the The mountains on moving column soldiers saw arriving.
Later in a coordinated campaign the whole area was surrounded, and the guerillas had to surrender after a few months.End DI.
A more real danger what that of kidnapping (for ransom) in the capital where we lived, luckily was not much for it, but we never went out after dark itself, were instated not with stranger to go along etc.. After all, We were pretty prosperous, though not smelly rich like the present very rich.
But all in all, it didn’t feel unsafe.However, we were always cautious.
Must immediately say that we have never lived in areas where open rebellion took place like the Permesta-Wikipedia in Sulawesi.
Contrary.In all respects, “baby boomers” lived in a (much) safer society than their (small) children.
Terrorists such as Tanis and Bouyeri were not there yet.The Moluccan train hijackers and school hostage Howel who was also after my elementary school time (was then still a primary school)
Also the traffic was much quieter.So quiet that we could literally play on and along the way. Now they need fences to put stair fields for safety…