LOL...you have to go to the photo to see how pathetic Canada has become. That these smooth stones should be considered by any nanny stater as “dangerous” for pre-teen children is ridiculous. Real children seem to seek out much more dangerous pursuits than this.
Just spent most of the last week in Canada. VERY nice people; Vancouver is gorgeous. Clean.
...but omg what a bunch of wimps. Don’t get me started....
We meet with large groups of home schoolers where the eleven year old boys, are you ready for this, carry pocket knives. They go to the state park and play “Capture the Flag” out in the open woods. The children get knees scraped and bumps and bruises.
Have you lost your effin' mind? Move it! You're blockin' the view.
Free-range children?!? Oh, the humanity.....
I am so thankful I grew up in a time when mothers said, “Get out of the house and don’t come back until the streetlights come on!”
My grandfather told me stories when he was a kid in New York City playing stickball in the streets dodging cars and such.
Isn’t this stupid? I don’t know how I survived my youth.
Were it not for the damn lawyers and gold digging parents and the hover round parents this would not be a problem.
That evokes a fond memory for me. In the early to mid-60’s, we used to go to this vacant lot, a ravine of sorts a few blocks away from my street, that we would climb for hours, traversing it by holding on to various tree roots and branches, looking for the next footing, and and also climbing up and down it. We were in the wilderness searching for civilization! Sometimes we were escaping from the bad guys. We would stand on the ridge and try to figure how we’d get to the other side by going around the sides of it. That lot was all dirt and rocks and roots and trees but it was the coolest.
I don’t think I remember a week of my childhood without scabs on my knees or elbows. No broken bones and none of this “safety crap”. Just learning how to live.
Was so proud of my 18 month old, she got her first skinned knee yesterday running in the yard! No skinned knees, no adventures!
We are in pretty much the same place here. I used to love the “merry go round” - they got rid of so many of those.
I wonder what kids do, wandering around at recess, with nothing to occupy them except the occaisional baseball game that only the “big kids” probably get to play in. It’s an unnatural environment, like sticking a bunch of kids in cages. We don’t do this to our zoo animals, yet it’s “normal” for kids?
What do zoo animals do? They “worry” physical things, pick on themselves and others. And kids?
Cliff climbing,
Tree climbing,
bike mounted ravine jumping,
Out all day in -10 F weather
jumping sleds and tobaggans
Barrel rolling sleds while in the air
swimming holes.
That’s it??!! That’s the rock strewn hillside where danger lies and a life threatening terrain in every step. Bwahahahaha. In my youth this was called our backyard.
Could be of interest to homeschoolers.
It’s Winnipeg so to have a hill they had to build one. It’s pretty flat terrain there.
My little town in Boston Harbor(Winthrop) had a bridge over an inlet as you entered the town. As kids, my brothers and I would stand on the bridge rail and act as tho we lost our balance and would fall into the water. Many a car braked at that! We also would swim with the current from our house to the bridge and then swim against the current back. No one to watch us, and no lifeguards where we swam.
I grew up two blocks from a steel mill near Pittsburgh and we played in the streets every day. When it was suppertime you could hear the mothers yelling out the kid’s names to come home.
I have a fine collection of scars from growing up and actually playing.