No wonder kids these days are turning into a bunch of weak, fat blobs. What are they supposed to do during their summers, sit around and discuss how we need to be more culturally sensitive?
When I was a kid, my summers were a lot like the movie “The Sandlot”. Every day, ride my bike up to three miles, sometimes on a busy country highway WITH NO STUPID HELMET to play organized baseball.
After that, I’d ride my bike back home and eat some lunch, and head to the lake. To get to the lake, I’d have my fishing rod in one hand and my tackle box in the other, and ride my bike about 5 miles to the far side of the lake on the shoulder of a narrow, windy road with traffic whizzing by just a few feet away WITH NO STUPID HELMET. If it got too hot fishing, I’d go swimming in the lake with no life guard. I’d usually go home to rest for a little bit from the heat of the afternoon, but then I’d be back out after supper playing ball at the park with my friends until it got dark. My parents’ only rule is that I had to be back by the time the street lights came on.
When I got older and could stay out past dark, the day would repeat itself, but we’d commandeer the tennis courts at the neighborhood park and turn on the lights so we could play baseball at night under the lights. It was like being in the Major Leagues!
In the winter, we always used to play King of the Hill on the playground at recess in grade school. They’d always leave a pile of show, which to my 6 year old eyes seemed to be about a 1/8 scale replica of Mt Everest. One kid would get up on top and the banzai attack would commence.
What resulted was nothing short of a whirlwind of snot-nosed kids in fluffy jackets and moon boots tumbling down the side of the hill as the genetically advanced (for his age) bully stood victorious over his vanquished inferiors. It was fun.
We used to ride snowmobiles to school and park them on the front lawn of the school where the bike racks would be. Hell, we used to bring guns to high school and no one ever got hurt or suspended. Sometimes the teachers would even come out to look at someone’s new gun.*
*It was common to go hunting before and/or after school. A lot of us brought guns and left them in our vehicles. No one ever thought twice about it.
Is there a “Society Reset” button we can push? Things are just out of control.