Thanks to our media, or thanks to the public's appetite for such things — take your pick — our children are on alert, and we adults are on guard.
Back when I was in college, I had a summer job as a park director, and one of the activities was a sleepover at Verdugo Park where kids from all over the city would come with their sleeping bags and spend the night under the stars within the confines of the city. There was a bonfire and relay races and games for everyone, and toward the end of the evening, each director would take the kids he brought from his/her park to a designated area and lay out the sleeping bags.
I did this for three summers, and it was a great activity for the kids. The last of those summers, however, is permanently etched in my memory. The morning after the sleepover, we directors were awakened to the sight of police cars and detectives motioning for each of us to come to a central table. When we were gathered together, we were told that one of the campers, an 8-year old girl, had been molested by one of the directors. That's what she told her mother when she was picked up in the morning, and the mother promptly called the police.