I am raising my boys with a more free range way of thinking. I'm trying to raise them independent and strong, so they can make their way in the world without me holding their hands. I don't believe that their is a pervert lurking on every corner, and frankly you know their isn't. Yesterday, before he took off on the school bus, Tim informed me that he didn't want me to pick him up at the bus stop...what??? I was shocked, I didn't even think that this was going to happen yet. So I agreed I would not pick him up at the bus. At 3:40, when I usually picked him up, I started to worry. What if he doesn't make it home, what if he turns the wrong way and gets lost. A million worries, but none of them happened, he made it home. Came through the back gate like nothing was wrong..because nothing was wrong. Just me worrying about nothing. He asked for a glass of milk, asked to play his video game and that was that.