Now that Johnny is getting older I am being forced to stay on my toes more. He’s starting to get older and the reminders of what I did at that age just absolutely scare the bajeebies out of me! He will be 10 this year and I was that same age when I took my scooter (the kind with handlebars, those were cool then!) to the top of a curved hill. Went as fast as I could and a car came around the corner and I got scared and wiped out. I had road burn down the half of me when I got home to my mother. A year later took my bike down a hill at least a mile long and super steep. I got so fast that I lost control, flipped over the handle bars and got pretty beat up. Luckily someone saw me and came to my rescue. I had broken my hand and 3 fingers.By the time I was 12-13 I had traded in my bike for waterfalls. I loved going down to several for a jump over the ledge. I had seen my father do it years previous and was told to never do the same. Ya, okay! I remember the first time I drove past 100. Or when my senior year a group of friends and I grabbed an air mattress and cookie pans and went sledding at 2am off a mountain side. The stupid stuff we do as we grow up. Before we realize the risks.
Does it make me a hypocrite to turn around to tell my kids NOT to do those things? Not to tell them that I have. I know times are different. I won’t let my kids even play on our street without me. They are allowed past a certain point on the driveaway. When I was 10 I was given $2 for walk to the store three blocks away. Things just seemed safer then.
What did you do that was incredibly dumb that you hope your kids never do?
(Keep it somewhat tasteful please)
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