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Town Children

Ten children have been snatched from our small town this century from unlocked homes and yards. We never go outside to play unless a grownup goes. Sometimes life seems so hard. At school recess is twenty minutes long. If we’re not good, we have to stay inside. So we are REALLY good! We need to play, to feel the sun and breeze, see birds that glide above us as we make the best of time. At home we have our tv’s, phones, and toys. We play inside with doors and windows locked. We’re pale, like many other girls and boys who gaze out windows wishing they could be like kids of long ago who played outside for hours at the time in bright sun’s rays and roamed in groups so freely far and wide. FICTIONAL (not true in my town--but in some towns!) Written September 10, 2019, for Julia Ward's Town Children Contest

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Date: 9/13/2019 7:49:00 PM
Hello Janice … sadly the jungle has relocated to concrete, glass, and tar, and it is a very dangerous environment. Humanity is supposed to be civilized but kidnapping children, murder, rape etc. are more prevalent than ever - thanks Janice - Lindsay
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Janice Canerdy
Date: 9/13/2019 9:24:00 PM
So true. Thanks so much, Lindsay. Janice
Date: 9/12/2019 6:38:00 PM
Gosh, how sad that you are all inside like that. I think where I live there have been no child abductions, though a few abductions of young adult women and murders of them. Even inside their own homes, some children are not safe. I am glad I had a wonderful "outdoors" kind of childhood . Good luck in the contest. I really like what you came up with
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Janice Canerdy
Date: 9/12/2019 7:22:00 PM
It's a fictional piece--for my town, but not for some places. Nevertheless, my daughter didn't,and now my grandkids don't, have the freedom I had. Thanks so much, Andrea. Janice

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