The guy writing this letter seems like a complete loser. With such hyperbolic gems as...
I didn't know putting lego together equated you to a "lego prodigy" and I question what kid has spent "thousands of dollars" at any establishment. Guy doesn't help his cause with such ridiculous comments.
Actually, I had a friend back in my elementary days that was flown to Toronto to compete in Lego competitions. I think that was in grade 5 so he was even younger than this guy. He had newspaper articles about him and everything.
But the only part of the story we have is from the parent and, based on how they wrote the blog post, I'm not sure they are going to be unbiased source of information.
We don't know what else the store manager told the parent.
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I worked as a chimney sweep 'till I was 11, and then my parents starved me for a while until they realized I was never going to be thin enough ever again to fit in the ducts. Then I pickpocketed drunks along Electric Avenue every Friday and Saturday night past 3 AM, all by myself! If the cops spotted me, they'd just ask if I had bus fare to get home, and if I said yes, they'd rob me and kick my face if I dared to complain!
Lego! Pah! I had a stick for a toy, except we couldn't afford a stick, so it was actually an imaginary stick, and I could only play with it during the 6 1/2 minutes it took me to walk from school to the pit mine. Mollycoddled milksops! Ah, the old days, when kids were allowed to be kids, or at least, were allowed to contribute to the economy.
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I worked as a chimney sweep 'till I was 11, and then my parents starved me for a while until they realized I was never going to be thin enough ever again to fit in the ducts. Then I pickpocketed drunks along Electric Avenue every Friday and Saturday night past 3 AM, all by myself! If the cops spotted me, they'd just ask if I had bus fare to get home, and if I said yes, they'd rob me and kick my face if I dared to complain!
Lego! Pah! I had a stick for a toy, except we couldn't afford a stick, so it was actually an imaginary stick, and I could only play with it during the 6 1/2 minutes it took me to walk from school to the pit mine. Mollycoddled milksops! Ah, the old days, when kids were allowed to be kids, or at least, were allowed to contribute to the economy.
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Update April 29, 2015: I spoke to the district manager just now, and the summary is that they will put up a sign saying no unaccompanied children under 12. The safety scenario he suggested was that if the mall was evacuated and my child couldn’t contact me it would be dangerous. I explained the difference between inconvenient and dangerous. Also the store manager denies saying anything outside of “for child safety reasons, this is our policy” – I can’t say that I blame him, to admit to having said that to me would show integrity, but be career limiting for him.
The db blogger has posted an update.
I reread the post from the "parent" and noticed that he never states the amount of time his son was "detained" for. Are we talking minutes or longer because it really affects the credibility of his story.
Got my free roaming card when I was 7. My sister was 9, and was 'in charge' lol, yeah right. My mom was a realtor, and would be gone most days in the summer, and we fared just fine. We mastered the art of PBJ sandwiches and KD at a young age. My sisters idea of in charge, was punting me out of the house so her friends could come over, and me and my buddies would just terrorize Lake Bonavista all day on our BMX bikes.
The $5.00 my mom would give me was an absolute fortune for the day. You know how much penny candy you could buy at Mr. Soft Drink for 5 bucks? Went swimming at the Lake unsupervised, built epic BMX tracks in Fish Creek park. Watched scrambled Playboy channel on the old Rogers box... (sometimes you got lucky and the picture didn't quiver all over the place, and you got photo negative boobs.) and when you hit the allowance or Birthday fund jackpot, it was up to Consumers Distributing on the bikes to snag a sweet ass Atari game.
Then we would tie an onion to our belt, and yell at clouds.
Now I think with the GPS trackers, and every kid pretty much having a cell phone, it would be way safer to let your kids live that kind of lifestyle.
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