I'm just going to pass the two posts before yours off as retarded trolling or supreme idiocy- either way it's unworthy of response. You've obviously bothered to put some thought into your post, so I'll just have to say this:
I feel like Fornits somehow is connected through multiple universes. The world in which I live does not correspond to the world in which the trolls live. Whatever abyss they're from, I only hope they go back in, and make sure to firmly seal the door behind them. Either it's a dimensional problem or someone's just not paying attention to the real world, and because I actually take time to look around I don't think it's me.
I'll clarify what I see daily. Although children occasionally go alone, they usually travel in packs. I've seen two eight year olds together, sans parents, hanging out at the local Gamestop- yes, in the mall, by themselves. No, nobody was watching them. Profane little guys, too. An eight year old goes with his fourteen year old brother to the skate park reguarly to do some truly daredevil stunts. Some nine year old got his dollar swallowed by the broken vending machine and I got him a Powerade from another one (it was that hot outside; unlike certain people in Utah, I'm not going to let anyone get dehydrated). I've seen bikes locked up at the water park, meaning they came there themselves; judging from the bike sizes the kids couldn't have been more than four, four and a half feet tall. Occasionally a seven year old will go with his nine, ten year old brothers and friends.
And, of course, there's the Kid Bs- the heavily safetied-out and chafed children of parents who watch like mother hens, stick around for a grand total of fifteen minutes, and then leave when their parents are sick of watching them play.
I did mention that it was a sliding scale but the difference is usually fairly stark. The "middle of the road" is rarer than either side.
Am I getting through, yet? This is reality. If i really cared about this flamewar I'd use a digitial camcorder (faces edited out, naturally) to prove it.
For the record, I was going to the mall by myself on a regular basis by the time I was 12, and I had damn overprotective parents; practically everyone else had the same independence I've talked about above, in the fifth grade. The town was loaded with bike paths. I knew it by heart by 13. I can still navigate it from memory.
Neglect, actual neglect, doesn't even enter into it. A substantial number of these kids carry money and have cellphones, for the specific purpose of being in contact in case of emergencies. Out of all of them I don't think I've seen one where any sort of neglect was evident.