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To counteract the "parents didn't care" stories. I do recall an incident with a very high parental freaking quotient.
At one point we lived in a house that was only a few blocks from a new highway that was being built through Vancouver (for those few who might know, SR500) and it we all played a lot, particularly in the early stages when all they'd done was clear the right of way leaving behind tons of dirt clods just perfect for battles. Part of that was a new overpass to span a nearby creak (for those same people, Burnt Bridge Creek just east of St. Johns) and it hadn't been completed but all framed out into a solid structure.
One of my sisters (both younger than me, so around 8 and 6) was having a big birthday party and suddenly it was noticed that the 8 year and all her friends had disappeared. Slow panic built on the initial assumption they were just out playing somewhere nearby. Then full panic when they weren't found.
Then truly full panic when they were all found sitting out in the middle of that overpass, feet dangling over the edge of nothing, about 60 feet above the creek (which they'd likely miss if they fell and it would only be a few feet deep anyway).
This was the same sister who, a few years later had instructions to be home before dark at a time of year when it got dark around 7pm. She comes sauntering home at 10pm to a completely freaked out family saying "I didn't know it was dark." When asked where she was that she didn't know it was dark? "At Leverich Park." There is nowhere indoors at Leverich Park.
But back on the not caring side, I once fell out of the tree in our front yard. I don't know how high I was but I was well above the roof of our two-story plus attic house. The parental concern I got? "Next time don't fall."
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