blessing or a curse?

I am adjusting to Utah slowly but surely. One thing that has been hard to get use to is how trusting everyone seems to be. I have always been one of those overly paranoid people. Examples you say...

1. I have a plan of action if a burglar should decide to strike while I am taking my morning shower. Some people might keep a bottle of tilex in the shower to conveniently keep mold away, but I have it for protection!

2. Just this morning I warned Paige not to jump on the trampoline without a buddy. It has rained a lot the past few days and I was worried the dug out trampoline might fall into its hole. Then she would drowned in the pool of water that collected underneath. Yeah, as if my 31 lb daughter could bust a few springs bouncing up and down. Non the less, it was a concern that occupied my mind for at least an hour this morning.

3. I can't tell you how many nights I have stressed about Trevor making it home safe and sound. Seriously, I would be a horrible single parent. I work myself into a tissy about it and then when Trevor gets home I fall all over him with hugs and kisses.

What's my point? I am having a really hard time letting loose. I have NEVER let my kids play in the front yard with out me being there. Here all the kids are outside playing together and parents check on them periodically. I see neighborhood kids roaming from house to house and yard to yard. It is just summer fun and seems so harmless. I'm having a hard time letting my kids join in and play. I feel the need to interrogate all the neighbors first. Why am I like this? I often wonder if my paranoia is a blessing or a curse. I tend to suspect the worst in people. I am not trusting.