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First, thanks for all of your help! Here are some details -
At the time of the accident, my 2 boys were 8 and 11. We lived in a small (75 homes on very small lots!), safe, family neighborhood with lots of other children, a playground, picnic area, ect. When they went outside to play, they were allowed to ride their bikes around the neighborhood, join a street hockey or kickball game, play at the playground or picnic area...Just PLAY! Like boys are supposed to do! They always had a set time to be home, and knew that if they went INSIDE someone's house, it had to be someone I knew AND they had to call me and let me know where they were. No, they're not perfect, but they had always followed these rules! I won't ever feel guilty for allowing them to do this!
Remember, now, we're talking about rough and tumble boys...and in our neighborhood, yards were very small, and trees were few...but the area directly adjacent to the back of the neighborhood was wooded and empty. While playing at the picnic area (about a year prior to the accident) the boys and their friends decided to follow a well-worn - but not long! - trail into "the woods". They found trees to climb, rocks to collect and a stream to get their shoes wet in!...When they returned home, they were wet, dirty, exhausted, and SO excited to tell me all about "their woods"! While I immediately objected, and forbid them from EVER going back, my (now 'ex') husband - their Father - disagreed, and told me about the many childhood adventures he'd had in the woods near the house where he grew up...I talked with other parents in the neighborhood, and NONE had ever had reason to question the saftey of allowing their boys to play there...I spoke to my own Father, a very wise man, about the situation as well. His comment was - "That's what boys DO!" When we went with the kids to see this boyhood wonderland, they found a salamander near the stream...they were captivated by the soft, green moss on the rocks....they showed us the fort they had started to build, and described, in detail, the bridge they were planning! While I felt as if I was miles from home, I could still see the backs of the houses in the neighborhood...could see neighbors on their deck, and even clearly hear them talking! It wasn't far, at all!
I soon realized that I have always done my best to keep my kids from things that could be harmful...They're not allowed to watch MTV, or play video games for hours on end...they can't "surf" the internet , listen to music by M&M, or watch anything besides G-rated movies! I would consider myself to be a neglectful parent if I allowed them to participate in truely dangerous activities...but, after careful consideration of all the aspects, I am hard-pressed to see anything "neglectful" about allowing my boys the opportunity to cultivate their creativity, the adventures of exploring nature, and the "boyhood right" to simply climb a tree!
Other issues - No, I was NOT with them when it happened.
Yes, the fires had been burning for several days, but niether myself, nor many of my neighbors, realized this.
The hot coals were near the ground, not on the surface, and not visible.
I have no doubt that my son was honest about the events leading up to the accident. There were several boys present, they made no conflicting comments , and they had no time to jointly construct an alternative story. All of the boys quickly realized the seriousness of my son's injuries and responded immediately. One of them stayed with him and assisted him in getting his shoes off, and walking home. Another ran to the closest neighbors house for help. Another ran to get a nurse who lived nearby, and my youngest son ran home to get me. Each boy immediately explained what had happened - and their storys were identical!