Dude, y’all sound like the girl in The Glass Castle, you thought it was all normal and OK, but it was not. It was dangerous as all get out and feral. Your dad was completely irresponsible and half drunk. Believe me, I know, I grew up the same way except I knew it at the time and I hated it.
yes .... yes it was ...
But we were the ones who decided what level of “danger” was ok.
Have you ever climbed to the spindly top of a 60 foot tree?
Ever jumped a bike across (or 1/2 way) a creek?
Ride your bike wearing shorts..no shoes?
or ....
rock climb?
cave crawl?
scuba dive?
eat a little Debbie fruit pie?
As for the beer .... it was not that long ago that most working Joes , at least that I knew, would kick back a 6 pack on saturday while mowing the lawn or fixing the car or what not. Down number 6 after dinner.
“Dangerous” is a concept .....
Personally defined.
Why should my concept of dangerous rule your decisions?
Now if I hurt someone else....
well , you know the old saying ...
your right to swing your fist ..ends at my nose..
We have gone way to far with the nanny state.
Now we are even told that some information will hurt us, so we must be protected.
no thanks ... I'll take my chances ...
Freedom is dangerous
Now I think I'll go jump of the roof with an umbrella..
Join the Navy and See The World". ...... great story..100mph .. that will do it
You need to turn in your man card. My father was a highly respected General and we grew up basically riding in the bed of the pickup as soon as the weather was slightly less freezing, and loved it. But then, we went weeping vaginas like this generation.
Consider yourself lucky. There are far worse things that happen to kids.