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Undertoad, I can relate to what you're saying. My parents used to always let me out without even as much as asking where I'm going. That is in countries where I didn't even yet know how to speak the language.
I Germany I rode around town on my bike at the age of 9 with out as much as half a clue on how to ask anything.
I showed up in Australia with 2nd level English when I was about 12 and went out alone to the mall etc.
It was always ok for me to hang out anywhere I liked as long as I got home by 11, later 3am.
The funny thing is, my parents bugged me more about where I was going as I got older, not the other way around. Maybe it was not my age that bothered them but thier concept of the saftey of the outside world.
But I don't consider those poor choices. I think they did the right thing. I think it taught me to be independent and know how to take care of myself.
With all due respect to the victim - but you never go along with a stranger. You never let people get THAT close to you. Just scream and run. It's not hard. It'll get all the attention you need and the guy won't do shit because he's not going to cut you open in the middle of the street.
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