And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
You're forgetting the other side of the equation: the helicopter Karen parents and the lawyers who file their lawsuits because the crybabies came home with boo-boos. We probably should sentence them to be the ground these kids play on.
My mom ran off with a Fuller Brush salesman and I so I left the rural heaven of Grants Pass for the asphalt of San Francisco for a couple years. I learned what it's like plummeting through the bars with asphalt waiting to greet your clumsiness
It was different times. I remember my 6-7-8 grade football coach yelling at us, “Criminy Sakes, it’s a rough game. If you don’t wanna get hurt, then run home to your momma!” Now rub it off and get back out there.” I have found this to be pretty good advice for life.
spent a week in comma at a hospital because my brother knocked off at 5 then 2 years later broke my wrist when I tried to swing thru the maze of bars. The jungle gym made me tough and learn live is hard but fun.
and not only did 99.999% of us live through it, we actually enjoyed it
ReplyDeleteIt automatically prevented you from becoming an obese crybaby.
ReplyDeleteBring back the playgrounds, and take away their phones, and lock them out of the house!
You're forgetting the other side of the equation: the helicopter Karen parents and the lawyers who file their lawsuits because the crybabies came home with boo-boos. We probably should sentence them to be the ground these kids play on.
DeleteOur dad would say, stop cryin' or I'll give ya something to cry about.
DeleteLater fathers (if they weren't divorced out of the house) turned into cucks.
Our kindergarten teacher broke her arm when she joined us one morning. She was my favorite.because she was kind and in tune with us kids…to a point.
ReplyDeleteKindergarten?
DeleteMy mom ran off with a Fuller Brush salesman and I so I left the rural heaven of Grants Pass for the asphalt of San Francisco for a couple years. I learned what it's like plummeting through the bars with asphalt waiting to greet your clumsiness
ReplyDeleteThe ground was a treat after dodging 10 or 12 feet of those pipes.
DeleteIt was different times. I remember my 6-7-8 grade football coach yelling at us, “Criminy Sakes, it’s a rough game. If you don’t wanna get hurt, then run home to your momma!” Now rub it off and get back out there.” I have found this to be pretty good advice for life.
ReplyDeleteSand underneath? Must have been at some Country Club.
ReplyDeleteI agree, sand? Ours were always asphalt!
DeleteBlisters on the hands did not stop play time, you just got callouses.
ReplyDeleteSeen 3 bleeding tongues as a kid. Why any boy would put his tongue on an ice cold bar is beyond me.
ReplyDeleteYeh, me too. Kids can be vicious little shits.
DeleteNemo
Hell yeah!
ReplyDeleteI have a picture of me and my three closest cousins on a sofa in my grandmothers house back in the early fifties. I was dirt from head to toe.
ReplyDeletespent a week in comma at a hospital because my brother knocked off at 5 then 2 years later broke my wrist when I tried to swing thru the maze of bars. The jungle gym made me tough and learn live is hard but fun.
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