I have learning scars from my youth and from what I’m seeing in the world around me, more kids need learning scars.
A friend of mine suffered a compound fracture falling off a jungle gym when I was in fourth grade. He fell about eight feet onto asphalt.
It taught everyone in my class the danger of gravity and after we got over the cool sight of the bone sticking out of his arm, we were far more careful when climbing up high.
Oh, his arm still works fine. ...and he has a cool scar.
Boys, especially, need to do dangerous things and learn real life lessons. I’ll never forget crashing my bike while riding down a steep hill with no helmet or pads. The pain was instructive.
If you never get hurt, you never learn from your mistakes.
For a while there, one or both was constantly skinned or scabbed over constantly. (Grace was never my middle name).
That was pretty normal when I was a kid; most of us were "walking wounded" a lot of the time and managed to grow up anyway. Now we seem to want to enclose kids in bubbles or something so that they never get hurt or never get sick.
Yep. Had many a splinter in me bum from wooden teeter-totters. Mashed fingers from twisting up the chains on the swings. Oh, the stories I could tell...
I used to play swords in the street with big tree branches
at night no less it was awesome!
LOL! I have learning scars from my 20’s. My late 20’s, LOL!