Help, Daddy! A Grandma Smiled At Me! Will She Kidnap Me?

Hi Free-Rangers!
Just though I’d share this little note I got from Australia this morning. Makes you realize it’s a small world after all: A small,  paranoid, danger-halucinating world.
This is from a lady named Vivienne:

Walking in Ikea.
 
I am a pleasant-enough, smiley grandmoter of 9. A man with his daughter of about 3 or 4 parks her near me as he steps to look at a shelf.
 
I smile as I step past and the child screams.
 
“Don’t leave me Daddy! Someone is going  to steal me!”  I almost pass out with shock.
 
Today,  walking into a ladies toilet, a child passing by asks her Daddy if she can go in.
 
“No,” he says, “someone might take you.”   I don’t even dare suggest that I take her in.
 
 I can’t stand it.
 
It’s as if parents have joined a mad cult. What’s the pay off?
 
I had five free range kids. They’d walk down to the wool shed with lunch for Jim  and a mile to the school bus each morning . They walked to visit Granny three miles over five steep ridges, and they now  live all over the world, which was always my intent for them .
 
Is it that children are now regarded as possessions?
 
Lighten up.
 
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We’re trying, Viv! — Lenore