As a child where you live are there area's your parents told you not to visit because they were notoriously unsafe?

I lived in San Andreas and Yuba City as a child, and as soon as I could walk I started running away. I remember my mother walking up the steps, and I watched her, and as soon as she was out of site, I ran to the screen door, and then around back the apartment we stayed in, and pulled my diaper all the way up, and took off across the rear alley to a chain link fence that seperated the alley from a road, and climbed over it.

Then next thing I remember I was walking near a big church and a university several miles away, and a bridge seperated me from it. But to the left was a gigantic pipe and it went across the drued up river bed a few stories below. I went across the pipe, got to the other side, and the cops found me as the little legs in the crowd of big legs in the university.

I also remember finding a industrial yard with a 10 foot fence, and it had circular barb wire over the top. I had to figure out a way to get over it to get to the railroad tracks.

Then once we moved to San Bernadino, I recall the temperatures kept getting over 110F (might of been the heat index witu humidity, I was too young to understand), and I would play cowboys and indians with kids. We had a underpass, and it had a wired fence. I got over it, and hear a dragon roar. It scared me, but I came back to face the dragon and it kept roaring. I eventually realized it was cars above. I walked inside the shaded area, and it had a tripod with a pot in it over a fire circle (no active fire) and a few rugs. I walked farther and found another underpass, and a grassy knoll up between them. I got onto the highway and walked three miles down it, looking at the torn up tires from 18 wheelers, and then found a gated community and entered it on the other side of the highway.

I went around opening the mail slots on doors looking in, talking to dogs, and asked a guy for food. He asked me who I was and said I just was hungry and wanted food, couldn't talk to strangers.

He went to call the cops and I left. I ran back down the highway and saw the bridge, and leaped over the edge to land on the grassy knoll a couple feet below as a stream of angry cop cars came down the highway. I looked up laying down, I fell the whole way down, about two stories, looking up. I completely misjudged where the grass slope would be.

I got back and saw rows of cops looking around for me again. I crawled through bushes along the apartments and got real close to the door, but couldn't get close enough to get inside without being seen. Everyone was hot and sweaty, and the fire department opened a hydrant for everyone as they looked for me. I said I never left and was just in a bush, but the guy I asked for food showed up and identified me. Cops were angey as it wasn't my first time vanishing on them.

Later on when I grew up and went to Kindergarten it wasn't a issue anymore.

No, they never told me that, probably because they knew I wasn't likely to venture into the rougher parts of town.

Looking back, as a child I had much more personal freedom than my youngest sister, or my niece now. I was trusted to be able to go anywhere my bicycle, rollerskates or the streetcar could get me back home from before dark.

My middle sister and I used to catch the M Ocean downtown to the movies on occasion. I was 11 and she was 9. I remember it costing a nickel each way and the movies (plus snacks) costing us each about $2.50.
That was the Matinee, I believe.

She and I were reminiscing about it just the other night. Her nephew didn’t understand why at 9 he can’t go to the movies alone.

Yes... the "long grass" - we lived by a nature reserve that was just bushes, grass and wildflowers.

It was dangerous because older children would try to rape younger children in there.

There was also the pedo house - doesn't need explaining, they were pedophiles.

Nutter man, too... he would lob a crowbar over the gate, trying to crack children in the head.

We mainly lived on military bases, which are inherently dangerous and come with their own rules.

At boarding school we were surrounded by woods and water. The younger girls were forbidden to go there unaccompanied, but later they just made sure we could swim and carried personal alarms.

There was a abandoed house not far from us that a creepy old man apparrantly lived in and after further investigation of my own turned out to be completely empty. I now know how potentially dangerous that was but what can I say, I was a rebel back then and still are in most ways.

I grew up in a former mining village, just outside the nearest city. The only place we were warned about was the woods as they were full of old mine workings.

There was a cave you could only access during low tide, that my parents didn't want us to go near.. We went anyway. The tide was in and I fell off the cliff climbing back up. With nice jagged rocks to brake my fall. I told mum and Dad I fell off my bike.

My parents didn't care

Nope, I used to be out on my bike with my friends everyday after school until the sun went down, never had a problem. How things are today, if I had children I would be worried to let them leave the house, no matter the area.

Yes, Anfield.

No..in fact I was made to walk home even as a kid alone and through inner city streets. What's strange is I wasn't even nervous back then ..but I would be as an adult.

Biking along the main road.😅 I didn't even wear a helmet then. The danger is obvious but they came up with additional "scare" that someone might kidnap me and take away abroad.

No,not when I was younger,not at all here in Sydney Australia.Very different now,with certain areas that are crime-ridden and infested by drug traffickers.

The only places I was told to stay away from were the open pit or strip mines. The high walls were known to collapse and the ponds were notoriously dangerous.

No. We lived in the country or on the edge of town, and I was free to roam wherever I wanted to go.

No. Which is a little surprising given that I grew up in New Jersey! (Just kidding, New Jersey).

I grew up in Canada in the 1950s. We were notoriously and relentlessly boring!

I wasn’t allowed to go into the nearby woods or to the train tracks.

No, not at all, it’s the safest place

down there... 🤷‍♂

No. That's the part of town I'm FROM. 😂

Idk i never listened

the drug dealers house

No

Sure

A few, but they were red light areas.