I grew up in the last generation of free children in the United States. I loved to read, climb trees, build forts, stay out from dawn until dusk and even chase mosquito trucks without dying or having my parent's fear they would be sued for child neglect for allowing me to run free.
I still love to read, write and have added painting, cooking and ranting about the insane state of the American culture and the frightening loss of liberty to the mix. Alas, I don't chase mosquito trucks anymore and am more concerned about a tree falling on my house in a storm than I am in how far up it I can climb. But, that is a natural passage in a life of liberty. No one ever told me I can't do these things; I decided it wasn't wise to do so.
Freedom is a choice and a responsibility; one I would not trade for the whispers of safety any encroaching government could offer me. Liberty and self-responsibility are the choice for me.