Posted on 06/18/2015 4:59:59 AM PDT by Enlightened1
With all of the ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.
Teach your children to be independent this summer.
We didn’t get trophies just for showing up. We were forced, yes, forced – to do actual work and no one called protective services. And we gained something from all of this.
Our independence.
Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.
Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?
Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependent populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.
Nurture the rebellion this summer. Boot them outside. Get your kids away from their TVs, laptops, and video games. Get sweaty and dirty. Do things that makes the wind blow through your hair. Go off in search of the best climbing tree you can find. Shoot guns. Learn to use a bow and arrow. Play outside all day long and catch fireflies after dark. Do things that the coddled world considers too dangerous and watch your children blossom.
Teach your kids what freedom feels like.
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Someone else mentioned fireworks....well, as illegal it is not do to them, I still do! When I was a kid, we used to take model boats and send them out on the pond with either cherry bombs or ash cans on them and watch them blow up and sink. Today we would be arrested for sabotage.
that and running and jumping on moving train cars!
Take out my single shot 12 gauge and go bird hunting after school at the age of 13.
How about putting an M-80 into two cans that were pushed together...and watching it explode in the middle of the street.
Riding my bike by myself at 7 or 8 to and from my grandmother’s house in Mt. Vernon, New York in 1969.
People were different to each other, kinder, more ladies and gentlemen like.
I still conduct myself this way to strangers until they prove otherwise.
Pray for America. God Blessed Us and Still does! We are under tremendous Watchcare.
30) We built our own firecrackers. And they WORKED. (Boy, did they ever.)
Holy cow! I freakin’ aced it and throw in the candy cigs for extra credit.
OH! My husband who is 63 used to take his shot gun to school. They had a shooting range in the basement of the school in Yonkers, New York in early 60s.
Imagine he took the public bus to school with gun in tow. I cannot remember if it was a shot gun or rifle my ignorance.
Forgot about those candy cigarettes...there were bubble gum cigarettes to and if you blew hard on them the powdered sugar came out the front and it looked like smoke.
-Used to play with cherry bombs and M-80s back when those things packed a wallop.
-Played cowboys and indians, or WWII, using acorns or small rocks as ammo. If we got hit in a limb, we couldn’t use it till the game was over. If we got hit in someplace that would kill us, we were out of the game. Our folks didn’t call us “knot-heads” for nothing. Also used pokeberries sometimes, because then the other guy couldn’t claim he wasn’t hit. Left a stain on skin or on clothes that would result in a belt or a switch.
-Played “stretch” with a scout knife. Faced opponent and wherever you could throw your knife and make it stick in the ground, he had to stretch his foot to that place. The first to be stretched beyond his limits lost.
Or before that.
The little kids curling up inside of tires and being pushed off of a hill and where they stop no body knows.
Riding on the fenders straddling the headlights, worked fine with the independent head lights.
Doing battle on stilts.
Six to ten year old kids feeding and milking cows, cleaning stalls, chicken and pig pens, carrying water for the garden, hoeing weeds, picking up potatoes.
Kids in school trading peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for bean sandwiches.
Kids sticking their opponents heads down the out house holes and a thousand other things, gee how did any one survive to fight in the first two world wars much less win.
On the other side of the coin kids could go to town and act like kids and not get into much trouble but today they have a record if they as much as fail to do a complete stop at a stop sign.
It is pathetic.
No, it had nothing to do with homosexuality. Just a dozen or so kids, one football, an open field and not much in the way of rules, except whoever had the ball was gonna get smeared.
At the age of about 10, I, along with my younger sister, starting from a lower roof, climbed a ladder of steel rungs coming out of the side of a brick movie theater building. It had no protective cage around it as some had. I didn’t get to the top because one of the rungs was loose and when I grasped it it pulled out and I lost my balance and fell backward. I saved myself from a fall when, perpendicular to the building, I managed to hook the toe of my right foot under the rung above. I hung there by one leg, upside down, crying for help until someone in the theater heard me and came to my aid through a window to the lower roof. I’m not suggesting that such an escapade was justified as an act on independence then or now. It’s just something I survived along with many other acts less dangerous.
Not only did play with fire crackers, M80s and Cherry bombs. We eventually graduated to K100s.
Around July 4th it was not uncommon to have a war with Roman Candles. We did require each person to wear sunglasses or some type of safety glasses. You wouldn’t want to take an eye out!
We built forts in our yard from discarded Christmas trees until someone reported it as a fire hazard.
We also used to shoot bottle rockets at one another.
No one died, no one got hurt, and no property was destroyed. We did have fun.
And I'll bet not one of them ever developed allergies fo any kind.
Cutting the tops and bottoms off of five of them taping all six them together with your father's good electrical tape and using the bottom one as a combustion chamber.
Couple of squirts of Zippo lighter fluid a quick shake and take a match to the ignitor hole. You shoot a tennis ball a good 50 yards.
These were potato guns before we had potato guns.
And I’ll bet not one of them ever developed allergies fo any kind.
Mustard wrappings, coal oil and sugar and ugh- castor oil for anything and every thing, oh well .
Don't forget the Mercurochrome!
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