Virtual loss of innocence

I was talking to a very good friend last night...we were just lamenting the fact that our kids have such a vastly different and in many ways deficient childhood then we did. We were raised in a middle to lower economic class neighborhoods. we were not hungry or lacking in toys or "things" no grinding poverty etc... you get the picture, but God did we have fun. I was up with the sun I got myself a bowl of cold cereal got dressed and went outside barefoot to collect my friends. there were lots of us and we were completely unsupervised by adults from sun up to sun down. We were expected to show up to check in at intervals just to let the parents know we were alive..we would have done that anyway because we had to pee, or we wanted a snack. when I think of the things we did!!! I can't imagine my own daughter doing them. such horrible things as riding my bicycle down hills at intersections, through woods and dirt paths...getting scratched and dirty with out a grownup around to wash my cuts and put antibacterial ointment on them. No cell phones, no adults it was wonderful. When I was little there was a lot of new houses going up and so we would take rusty old coffee cans and scour the construction sites for nails and scraps of wood to build tree house with. We would then go quietly into our respective houses and sneak out a hammer with which to build our forts, again there were many bruises and gashes and we never gave any thought to washing them, as far as I know we never lost a kid to tetanus. Though our days were spent in the woods I never had a tick ( found a few crawling on me now and again though) maybe got stung by a bee once or twice. The woods were used by all age groups of kids from the ridiculously little 5-6 year olds to teenagers...so this could lead to enlightening encounters, not with the actual kids...as the older ones came out when we went in, but with interesting things the would leave lying around like beer bottles and playboy magazines, this was all taken in stride by us. There were alcoholic parents, philandering parents, absent parents, dead parents...divorces, catastrophic illnesses and death. I remember them all and I never felt that I was being sheltered from them, and I didn't feel traumatized by these things they were simply part of life, and we just kept playing. There were "molestations" and lots of them of various types. of course we didn't know as we were growing up but as we became adults and started reminiscing the stories came out one by one. An older neighbor a father or cousin, it might have been once or twice or lasted longer, but still we played. and while I certainly wouldn't want my daughter to experience some of the things I went through I wonder at the price she's had to pay for her own safety. I'm sorry that she lives in a sharply circumscribed world of play dates, and nintendogs, and a computer with parental controls, to protect her from what??? When I was running wild and happy unsupervised in the streets, I lost my innocence a little at a time as I experienced things, good and bad. My daughter to the best of my knowledge has never been molested, she has never gotten into a physical altercation with another child, she attends private school and has dance lessons and girl scouts, she is involved with various clubs after school. she has every comfort and advantage I could think to give her, I have protected her with all my strength. And though I think society would call me a good mother, I wonder if I haven't participated in robbing my daughter of her innocence more violently then mine was ever taken from me, by unintentionally placing terror in her heart of all the things I experienced and lived to tell about.