Monday, Mar 15, 2004 at 19:00
Oh Dexter, you're such a little pet. I remember you and the boys coming in! I love those 'remember when' stories but it always amazes me the number of people who chime in about the dangers we faced and
the hazards and the irresponsibility and now the workplace health and safety issues. Generally, I think we are becoming too precious. Mind you, it was very difficult for me to let my boys drive when they were 10 - but by then I had found out about predators, deviates, junkies, mutilators, perps and all the other nasties whereas I spent my childhood riding my horse from daylight to dark and no-one had any idea where I was, playing in the
creek with all the snakes and stingers, trapping finches (I'm so ashamed now) fishing with meat on string and mucking around outside building things with all Dad's tools (he used to get a bit bleep ty about that - if we lost them), hammering, sawing - i broke a few bones in fingers riding and playing netball, cut a toe off jumping over a
creek and landing on a broken milk bottle. We were pretty wild in our cars - but we had been taken out and shown how to handle them also (doing wheelies on the claypans!!) and driving down the range getting a thump from big brother if you touched the brakes - only allowed to use the gears. Still here to tell the tale. What fun.
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