Child advocates don't always get it right
When I was my son's age growing up in Kearny, N.J. (about 40 years ago), there was always stuff to do. My brother and I would go outside in the morning and return home for three reasons only: We got hungry, were physically injured, or it was time for bed.
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Monday, September 12, 2011
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