Sometimes I think it's a dang miracle that I survived my childhood. I did ALL those things that I'm too scared to let my kids do:
Rode in the back of pick-ups
Swam in the lake with no adults watching me
Never rode in a car seat (was in a wreck as an infant, sitting on my aunts lap)
Climbed trees & fences (I JUST read a status about a little boy who is in ICU because he fell out of a tree & hit his head)
Dumpster Dived (We had a huge fort built and decorated with things we got out of dumpsters lol)
Ran the neighborhood, walked across town to the park & pool, visited neighbors
Built ramps & jumped them on my bike with no helmet. And with my roller skates. That did not end well.
I can't figure out if my mom was just REALLY stupid, or if those are a rite of passage of childhood that I'm forcing my kids to miss out on because I'm terrified they will get hurt.
April 19, 2012 at 12:48 PM
When I was a kid we didn't even OWN car seats or helmets. I remember running the neighborhood unsupervised at all hours, having dogs roam with us (without a leash! GASP), using the stove and oven myself, watching R rated movies, etc. Going by how most people act it's a miracle that I'm not in prison or dead.
by amomynous_jApril 19, 2012 at 12:50 PM
i find myself thinking the same thing!
i used to steer my dad's van most of the way home in the country as a kid. i "explored" the bushes around my house for (what seemed) to be hours. we had old unused barns and buildings i'd play in. i would wander in the fields..i even got lost in a corn field once! lol
we jumped off the barn roof into snow, we swam in a dugout, we skated on the dugout.
i miss all that, but i don't think i could let my kids do any of that!