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"Andrea, don't you dare put that sand in your mouth!" Or, "If you slide down that banister one more time, you're going to break your hip!"
Well Mom, I've got news for you: sand is tastier that it looks, and who breaks a hip, of all things, while sliding down a banister? In fact, I'm guessing that unless you slide upside down, it's pretty impossible to do so. These are the types of reminders that you hear when you're around six or seven years old. Well, these are the ones that I got, atleast.
Perhaps the more serious warnings come when you reach your teenage years: "No driving when we're not home!" And, "I don't want you walking home by yourself! Somebody might try to steal my baby!"
Don't worry, Mom, nobody is going to steal your baby at 2 in the morning in a town of less than a thousand people.
The point that I'm trying to make is that I was a lot more reckless as a child, and today I feel so safe and smothered. I mean, I used to rollerblade down steep hills, skateboard down swirly slides (only to get hit in the face with the skateboard), and one time, when I was twelve, I was standing on the back of my brother's Go-Kart, hanging on as my sister drove down the hill, and all of a sudden, she turned the wheel so sharp that I flew across the road and landed on the front lawn. I still have scars from that one.
LET KIDS MAKE MISTAKES.
It's the only way they're going to learn. And besdes, they'll have some pretty cool scars to tell their kids about when they get older.... Like the one I have on my ribcage from my sister dragging me down the hill by a skipping rope after a rollerblading incident when I was eleven. . .
Well Mom, I've got news for you: sand is tastier that it looks, and who breaks a hip, of all things, while sliding down a banister? In fact, I'm guessing that unless you slide upside down, it's pretty impossible to do so. These are the types of reminders that you hear when you're around six or seven years old. Well, these are the ones that I got, atleast.
Perhaps the more serious warnings come when you reach your teenage years: "No driving when we're not home!" And, "I don't want you walking home by yourself! Somebody might try to steal my baby!"
Don't worry, Mom, nobody is going to steal your baby at 2 in the morning in a town of less than a thousand people.
The point that I'm trying to make is that I was a lot more reckless as a child, and today I feel so safe and smothered. I mean, I used to rollerblade down steep hills, skateboard down swirly slides (only to get hit in the face with the skateboard), and one time, when I was twelve, I was standing on the back of my brother's Go-Kart, hanging on as my sister drove down the hill, and all of a sudden, she turned the wheel so sharp that I flew across the road and landed on the front lawn. I still have scars from that one.
LET KIDS MAKE MISTAKES.
It's the only way they're going to learn. And besdes, they'll have some pretty cool scars to tell their kids about when they get older.... Like the one I have on my ribcage from my sister dragging me down the hill by a skipping rope after a rollerblading incident when I was eleven. . .