When my sister and I were pre-teens, there was this weird phone number you could call that became a short-lived fad among the kids in our school. It was called the Beep Line, and what you would do is call the number by dialing the same number over and over again or something like that. Once you got through, you would hear the voices of lots of people (though very faint as I recall). Everyone would be yelling all kinds of things, including personal phone numbers. We would invite our girl friends over and everyone would get on a different phone (or share one since we only had a couple of extensions at our house at the time). We would never yell our own number but would write down the ones we heard. Of course, the next step was to dare someone to actually dial it and talk. In the process we ended up talking to this guy who was obviously much older. It didn't take long before the conversation would become kind of risqué (by yesterday's standards, not necessarily today's). We thought it was funny and we called this one guy several times lying about our ages and everything else of course. Then he started to ask us to meet him somewhere. So, eventually we told him a place in town and a time without ever intending to go there - which I recall we also thought was hilarious. Also, I think we were just a tad curious and who knows what we might have done had one of us been old enough to drive. I shudder to think. Now, if 4 pre-teens could get that far into something that potentially dangerous, imagine the lethal capabilities of the web (which have sadly already been proven). I can only hope that most parents are on top of their children's Internet usage - but I'm very glad I don't have that daunting task to deal with. Luckily, my dogs have yet to figure out how to access either of the browsers I have on my desktop or you know it would just be nude corgis all over my hard drive.