how old?
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13 when the 'rents divorced. During the week I fended for myself until my mother returned from work at midnight. Only had one 'fire' incident. I got it quickly under control but there was a palm sized hole burned into the carpet.
Probably me 13/14, brother 10/11.
I have much older sibs, but was home alone by 13. I called the cops on my 14th birthday so I could get the place cleared out before the folks got home. 
My Mom never trusted me. Dad neither....
i prank called my mom at work saying i was a virginia state trooper...that her son steve was in a serious accident....when she calmed down i told her it was me and i was going to DC instead of school....she was kind of pissed but laughed it off when i got home.I have much older sibs, but was home alone by 13. I called the cops on my 14th birthday so I could get the place cleared out before the folks got home.
left alone for more than two days in a row....
Folks both worked so we were on our own from the time we got out of school until 6pm Monday through Friday from second grade on. Fully on our own so they could go out to dinner or such was 13
I think if your child can't prepare a meal for itself at 6/yo. Then only limited support should be offered to said child anyways. Prison will sort him or her out....
My 10 Y/O nephew isn't even allowed outside the house unless a mom/dad is within 20 feet. Friggin' parents these days.
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I wasn't trusted to leave the state for Art School since Dad paid for half, but I left the nest at 17.
Well, it was clear you made poor decisions.
I'm on here again aren't I?
Hmm I was about age 8 when dad would give me a map, compass one of his good hunting knives tell me he'd meet me at a certain grid reference in 24 hours, find my own food and water on the way.
Left home alone? From a really early age.... Dammed if I can remember how old but not long after I started school.
Was living on my own at age 17.
Left home alone? From a really early age.... Dammed if I can remember how old but not long after I started school.
Was living on my own at age 17.
6 or 7...
12/13 I guess, but my brother was 3 years younger than me.
For me? Grade school, third or fourth grade. For the most part though I really think it depends on the child and how fast they mature, my buddies kid is eleven, he is left home alone all the time, probably since he was eight... There is a garage full of beer, a safe full of guns, and there is no reason at all to not trust the kid.
I reckon by about age 10 I was free to roam at will about 5km in any direction from home as long as I was home by dark. By 13 or so as far as my bike would take me and back.
I was 4 when my parents found me a 1/8 mile from the house in a briar patch with our dogs. That was about the worst you could do on a dead end dirt road with a couple of gentile country bumpkin neighbors. They left me at home about the time I could start the wood stove up by myself. Maybe 10...
I have 2 older siblings, the oldest is 2 years older than me. We got left alone probably when I was 9 or 10.
12-13-ish. so lil bro was 10-11.
i think we scared off all the baby sitters in mom & dads cache buy then.
i think we scared off all the baby sitters in mom & dads cache buy then.
My little brother was 6/7 when we left the projects. He was allowed to do whatever he wanted. He however had to live in some pretty lousy places with my Mom. Jersey City in the 80's was a pretty rough place.....
My parents left for a week when I was 15. My older brother was 10 miles down the road but never checked in on me.
Very first day they left, I tried to bunnyhop my bicycle over a curb and down a three foot drop, into another parking lot. I clipped the curb w/ my back tire which sent me directly to my face in the second parking lot.
Full scorpion slide on my face. Lost all the skin on one side, skin from the backs of my hands(!!) and skin from the back of my shoulder.
They didn't find out until they got home...
Good times.
Very first day they left, I tried to bunnyhop my bicycle over a curb and down a three foot drop, into another parking lot. I clipped the curb w/ my back tire which sent me directly to my face in the second parking lot.
Full scorpion slide on my face. Lost all the skin on one side, skin from the backs of my hands(!!) and skin from the back of my shoulder.
They didn't find out until they got home...
Good times.
my family is dead to me they used to pad lock me in the tennis court with chalk and a bicycle
they froze in appalachia the oil ran dry
they froze in appalachia the oil ran dry
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single mom growing up working 2 jobs, i'd say 7-ish.
Wanted to add that thanks to the advent of meth and everyone having a car, no way could I leave my 10 year old at home by herself since we got hit by meth head's needing gold/silver/jewelry and the percoset out of our medicine cabinet last summer.
Crap like that wouldn't happen when I was a kid. We didn't have anything worth stealing then. Just driving to the pawn shop would break a thief's budget back then.
Crap like that wouldn't happen when I was a kid. We didn't have anything worth stealing then. Just driving to the pawn shop would break a thief's budget back then.
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