Posted on 03/04/2016 10:06:31 AM PST by PROCON
If you grew up in the 1960s or 1970s, then you know how relaxed everything used to be. Our parents never forced us to wear seatbelts, we pretty much at whatever we wanted, and were given way more responsibiity than we should have been given. It's a little sad kids today won't get to experience half the things we did, but looking back, there's a good reason why they won't.
Were these 12 things we did as kids kind of dangerous? Yeah, maybe some of it was.
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**** “I got hit by a car (glancing blow) on a 4 lane road in town (at least 3 miles from my house), and managed to keep it secret from my folks for many years. Huge bruise on my arm/shoulder... my siblings covered for me” *****
I got hit by a Corvair, went clean over the top, I was fine, the driver not so much, bike had 2 bent rims that I jumped up and down on until the bike was ridable again ... it was ridable but the brakes no longer worked ... wrecked twice on the down hills in the dark ... Road Rash and embedded Gravel
Mrs Fella a d I grew up in the 50s and 60s and raised our kids in 70s and 80s. To this day when when we’re driving and have to brake hard we throw our right hand out in the kid catcher move.
“Ha! Ha! that’s nothing! During the summer my mom said “Be back by dark.” We ran all over hell and gone...”
We raised our kids and so did our relatives without nieces and nephews during the 60=70’s with benign neglect.
The kids over on the next street (just one house over through the backyards) built one in the top of a spindly pine tree (lots of branches only needed a few boards to get to the first branch). 3 or 4 of us could get up there and get that thing to rocking back and forth way over. Lots of fun until one day their MOM caught us.
Same yard where I found out getting shot with a BB gun won't kill ya. Smarts right good but won't killya.
Smarts for sure-When I was just shy of 11, 4 of us we were shooting at cans with the .22 my parents had just given me. My 3-years-older cousin and I were arguing over whose turn it was to shoot, I lost my temper and walked in front of him, called him an ass**** and dared him to hit the finger I was waving back and forth in front of my neck-he shot me on the side of the neck-just barely grazed me, but it started bleeding, we all started screaming like murder was being done, and adults came running. As soon as my aunt who was a nurse saw that no serious injuries were present, we all got an ass beating for the stupid stunt, and the gun was taken away for several weeks...
And "Soupy Sales".
Lancelot Link.
I drank water from the garden hose!
“stealing a swig of beer or wine from the adult poker table in the basement at Grandpa’s, sitting in for the adults at the poker table in the basement at Grandpa’s...etc, etc, etc.”
Getting picked up hitchhiking by Tex Watson, Squeaky Fromme, and Linda Kasabian...
Did you get smarter after that?
It makes you wonder if they didn't steal the formula anyway (and add in some impressive sounding but inert crap).
(From a business point of view, simple is usually inexpensive to make, inexpensive to make but effective = a better profit margin.)
I know a kid who a couple months ago dragged his trampoline over to step up to get to the lowest tree limb, climbed the tree, fell out, hit the trampoline and spent 4 days in the hospital getting his knee stitched up.
My kid had pins inserted in his broken elbow this week after he slipped on some ice while camping over he weekend in upstate NY. Boys will and should be boys
Oh, hell yes-we all did-we learned that losing you temper and taunting when a gun is within reach is dangerous and unacceptable behavior, period-that is an important lesson for all kids-especially the ones with Latin tempers they have not yet learned to have in complete control...
Lies, hyperbole, and trouble.
Give a pissant a lot of power over any fraction of your life and you will end up ass deep in lawyers.
They don't need a warrant, don't have to have a hearing, you are presumed guilty at their whim.
You are forced to prove a negative to establish innocence, and often have to resort to a court battle to get your own kids back.
If caught lying, they double down, and they can interview your kid in your absence in school without anyone (but your kid) telling you, and they tell your kid not to.
Great granddaughter was dropped off after a playdate by the other kid's mom in her old neighborhood (they'd moved). The great granddaughter (7, and fearless) had a lot of fun knocking on doors and seeing which of her cronies were home, but by the time anyone in the family found out what was going on someone had called the SS (Social Services), the police ran interference when we went to pick the kid up and it took over a year to get her back.
In the meantime she was 'placed' with 'Foster Parents' who abused her, took all her Christmas and birthday presents from her, made her clean house (not just her room) resulting to chemical burns to her hands that made me cringe (I'm a former firefighter/EMS, and spent 35+ years on oil rigs afterwards and those rivaled any caustic soda burn I've ever seen).
At another Foster's she ended up with lice and scabies. She had never had either.
I was prepared to get the one LSW's license pulled (I had that much on her) but she retired before we got the kid back, and I didn't dare do it while the case was open.
And I nice little scar. :-)
Thread hijack. Drink!
CC
CPS is pure evil-always has been-it should not exist in its present form at all and should not have the power to re-home kids as if they were pets. That is the main reason that I decided to work with learning disabled and retarded adults after graduation-not kids-and took my transferrable skills to the private sector ASAP-I became a workers comp case manager.
I still do....when I want to.
But I know some horror stories from that sector, too:
A guy with a central disc herniation who had to buck the system and figure out what was wrong with himself because the doctors all said he was faking it.
When they finally found the problem (he had figured out what was wrong already after two years of just not giving up)--the prolapse retracted when he was prone, and reappeared when he was vertical, with attendant fluctuations in CS fluid pressure, headaches, memory loss, cognitive difficulty, and ridiculous pain--they did the laminectomy.
Then the doctors and Worker's Comp pooh-poohed his claims of still having serious back pain. After nearly a year of fighting that, the docs finally ran a MRI and the machine went nuts. (There was a piece of scalpel blade still in his back.) for one instance. By the time it was all over a guy who had worked all his life and had a six figure job had lost most of what he had, and his health never completely recovered. The winds of change had blown across the oil patch and the job was gone. As a caseworker, you might find yourself challenged to become as knowledgeable about injury medicine as some of the doctors you deal with. Embrace that, and the guys who get hurt out there will think you're a saint.
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