Quite shocking for 2012! At the age of four or five, My nan used to send me into pubs in town when granddad went missing for a day or two. I'd continue pub to pub until I got news or found him (usually passed out in the corner, somewhere). Also, there were pubs, and still are, with playgrounds in the garden. So when the adults were enjoying a nice sherry in the warm, we'd be outside in the cold nursing our coca-cola, making the most of our freedom, usually under the careful eye of some 9 year old placed out to check on us.
I remember prams being left outside of shops whilst the parents went shopping. My mum made it all the way home, feeling like she'd forgotten something at the shop. Potatoes? No. Bread? No. 'Balls, i've forgotten the baby' as she legged it all the way back to the shop!
Don't get me wrong, i think this story is awful, poor kid, very demeaning. But if my experiences were all over the news now, my family would have been deemed incompetent, which is far from the truth!