I know of plenty.
I also know of many children who were murdered, molested and many women who died of botched abortions. These are things I was unfortunately privy to because my parents took in lots of lost souls. Every week I'd wake up and there was another stranger living with us because my Mom would never let anyone be homeless, in pain or alone.
None of these things ever made the news. Lots of tragedies I lived with in the inner cities weren't newsworthy back then.
When my Mom died hundreds of people contacted us. People who thanked her for being there when no one else was. I couldn't believe how many people treasured her, but I did, too.
They made sure we were safe and nurtured but didn't hide us from the underbelly of the world. It was like a lesson of what NOT to do. Some of us listened, some of us didn't. All I know is I'm glad my son is growing up in a BETTER world.
Go back? NEVER. I like NOW.