When I was young, I could walk or bike up to five or six miles away from home. I sometimes told my parents where I was going, but often did not. I didn’t call them when I made it to the spot. I didn’t call them when I was on my way back.A couple of times I remember getting into scrapes. Probably took a loss or two. But it enhanced my appreciation for the world around me.Fast forward some 26 years.My kids barely play outside without supervision. My oldest daughter is 12. By her age I think i’d done most of the travelling I talk about above.(“But it’s dangerous!”)I’m not so sure. I don’t have the time to pull the stats out, but I’m thinking the odds of being a victim of random crime hasn’t increased as much as we THINK it has.What do we lose?