[pigsmith]

I have an almost imperceptible scar dead center on my forehead where I hit the rolled-metal dash in our new 59 Willys Wagon as I was sitting on the front seat next to my mom when somebody cut her off. She did the “mom” thing with her arm to catch me but I went right thru that, and bounced my head off the dash, right below the windshield. I can still see that dash coming at me..

~sigh~... I wish I had that Jeep today. Cool old wagon; four shift levers.

[noiseman]

”I have an almost imperceptible scar dead center on my forehead where I hit the rolled-metal dash in our new 59 Willys Wagon as I was sitting on the front seat next to my mom when somebody cut her off.”

I have one like that across the bridge of my nose. I was about six years old and was getting out of the barber’s chair after a haircut. I tripped over the big metal footrest and fell face-first into one of the metal chairs facing it. I never saw so much blood. The barber and my dad both ran me to the hospital, and one butterfly bandage later I was OK. No stitches, fortunately.

If that happened today, the poor barber would be sued out of existence. Trying to make things safer is good, but leftist fragility is causing our society to become overly risk-averse. Like the “everyone gets a trophy” nonsense, it’s causing our kids to grow up believing that nothing should ever go wrong in their lives, and that if it does it must be someone else’s fault.

Today’s kids (and likely their parents as well) would lose their minds if they saw some of the things we did as kids. Yet we survived, and I believe have a much healthier perspective on life as a result.