I moved around around a lot as a kid, immigrant family & all, but one year we lived in a house whose back yard opened up to a big park with a small playground, 2-3 minute walk from the gate and visible from the porch which I'd sometimes occasion while my parents were busy studying or doing paperwork of some sort and couldn't take me.

It only took 2-3 weeks before some Karen called the cops on me and CPS got involved. The process was insane and honestly pretty traumatizing to both me & my parents. The people were awful. the process was stupid and traumatizing and I suspect the stress it created, and missed work/study opportunites that it resulted for my parents had quite a bit to do with their falling appart & divorce a year or two later.

I think I was around 8 at the time too.

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