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Oh, totally. But then, my daughter is 3 weeks old so it doesn't much matter at the moment. I grew up near-feral. I would make calls to my parents in High School along the lines of "Hey, dad. I'm in Dallas. I'll be back Sunday night. Yeah, Dave's here too. Okay, bye." The morning after my last Fall semester final I piled a week's worth of clothing in a 30-year-old Buick, drove 18 hours through a snowstorm and checked into my hotel in San Diego so I could see Ministry, Sepultura and Helmet in concert. My daughter is likely to have a great deal more independence than her peers. The anecdotes were related to TNG's observation of my neighborhood as "dangerous" when it most assuredly is not.