I’m no stranger to the peril and personal freedom of staying home alone as a child. As a latchkey kid from about the age of 9, the first thing I’d do when I got home from school was search the kitchen for the best junk food I could find before settling in to do my homework in front of the TV for a couple of hours until my mom got home from work.
And while it was true that I was alone in my house, I was never really alone. I knew everybody on my little cul-de-sac and on a street of nine houses, someone was always home.
As responsible and careful as I was as a home aloner, a few pretty scary things happened…[read more]