With all of the ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.
Here’s the problem with all of this babying: it creates a society of weenies.
There won’t be more more rebels because this generation has been frightened into submission and apathy through a deliberately orchestrated culture of fear. No one will have faced adventure and lived to greatly embroider the story.
Kids are brainwashed – yes, brainwashed – into believing that the mere thought of a gun means you’re a psychotic killer waiting for a place to rampage.
They are terrified to do anything when they aren’t wrapped up with helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, and other protective gear.
Parents can’t let them go out and be independent or they’re charged with neglect and the children are taken away.
Woe betide any teen who uses a tool like a pocket knife, or heck, even a table knife to cut meat.
Lighting their own fire? Good grief, those parents must either not care of their child is disfigured by 3rd-degree burns over 90% of his body or they’re purposely nurturing a little arsonist.
Heaven forbid that a child describe another child as “black” or, for that matter, refer to others as girls or boys. No actual descriptors can be used for the fear of “offending” that person, and “offending” someone is incredibly high on the hierarchy of Things Never To Do.
“Free range parenting” is all but illegal and childhood is a completely different experience these days.
All of this babying creates incompetent, fearful adults.
Our children have been enveloped in this softly padded culture of fear, and it’s creating a society of people who are fearful, out of shape, overly cautious, and painfully politically correct. They are incredibly incompetent when they go out on their own because they’ve never actually done anything on their own.
When my oldest daughter came home after her first semester away at college, she told me how grateful she was to be an independent person. She described the scene in the dorm. “I had to show a bunch of them how to do laundry and they didn’t even know how to make a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese,” she said. Apparently they were in awe of her ability to cook actual food that did not originate in a pouch or box, her skills at changing a tire, her knack for making coffee using a French press instead of a coffee maker, and her ease at operating a washing machine and clothes dryer. She says that even though she thought I was being mean at the time I began making her do things for herself, she’s now glad that she possesses those skills. Hers was also the room that had everything needed to solve everyday problems: basic tools, first aid supplies, OTC medicine, and home remedies.
I was truly surprised when my daughter told me about the lack of life skills her friends have. I always thought maybe I was secretly lazy and that was the basis on my insistence that my girls be able to fend for themselves, but it honestly prepares them for life far better than if I was a hands-on mom that did absolutely everything for them. They need to realize that clothing does not get worn and then neatly reappear on a hanger in the closet, ready to be worn again. They need to understand that meals do not magically appear on the table, created by singing appliances a la Beauty and the Beast.
If the country is populated by a bunch of people who can’t even cook a box of macaroni and cheese when their stoves function at optimum efficiency, how on earth will they sustain themselves when they have to not only acquire their food, but must use off-grid methods to prepare it? How can someone who requires an instruction manual to operate a digital thermostat hope to keep warm when their home environment it controlled by wood they have collected and fires they have lit with it? How can someone who is afraid of getting dirty plant a garden and shovel manure?
Did you do any of these things and live to tell the tale?
While I did make my children wear bicycle helmets and never took them on the highway in the back of a pick-up, many of the things on this list were not just allowed, they were encouraged. Before someone pipes up with outrage (because they’re *cough* offended) I’m not suggesting that you throw caution to the wind and let your kids attempt to hang-glide off the roof with a sheet attached to a kite frame. (I’ve got a scar proving that makeshift hang-gliding is, in fact, a terrible idea). Common sense evolves, and I obviously don’t recommend that you purposely put your children in unsafe situations with a high risk of injury.
But, let them be kids. Let them explore and take reasonable risks. Let them learn to live life without fear.
Raise your hand if you survived a childhood in the 60s, 70s, and 80s that included one or more of the following, frowned-upon activities (raise both hands if you bear a scar proving your daredevil participation in these dare-devilish events):
- Riding in the back of an open pick-up truck with a bunch of other kids
- Leaving the house after breakfast and not returning until the streetlights came on, at which point, you raced home, ASAP so you didn’t get in trouble
- Eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the school cafeteria
- Riding your bike without a helmet
- Riding your bike with a buddy on the handlebars, and neither of you wearing helmets
- Drinking water from the hose in the yard
- Swimming in creeks, rivers, ponds, and lakes (or what they now call *cough* “wild swimming“)
- Climbing trees (One park cut the lower branches from a tree on the playground in case some stalwart child dared to climb them)
- Having snowball fights (and accidentally hitting someone you shouldn’t)
- Sledding without enough protective equipment to play a game in the NFL
- Carrying a pocket knife to school (or having a fishing tackle box with sharp things on school property)
- Throwing rocks at snakes in the river
- Playing politically incorrect games like Cowboys and Indians
- Playing Cops and Robbers with *gasp* toy guns
- Pretending to shoot each other with sticks we imagined were guns
- Shooting an actual gun or a bow (with *gasp* sharp arrows) at a can on a log, accompanied by our parents who gave us pointers to improve our aim. Heck, there was even a marksmanship club at my high school
- Saying the words “gun” or “bang” or “pow pow” (there actually a freakin’ CODE about “playing with invisible guns”)
- Working for your pocket money well before your teen years
- Taking that money to the store and buying as much penny candy as you could afford, then eating it in one sitting
- Eating pop rocks candy and drinking soda, just to prove we were exempt from that urban legend that said our stomachs would explode
- Getting so dirty that your mom washed you off with the hose in the yard before letting you come into the house to have a shower
- Writing lines for being a jerk at school, either on the board or on paper
- Playing “dangerous” games like dodgeball, kickball, tag, whiffle ball, and red rover (The Health Department of New York issued a warning about the “significant risk of injury” from these games)
- Walking to school alone
Come on, be honest. Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child.
Teach your children to be independent this summer.
We didn’t get trophies just for showing up. We were forced, yes, forced – to do actual work and no one called protective services. And we gained something from all of this.
Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.
Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?
Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependant populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.
Nurture the rebellion this summer. Boot them outside. Get your kids away from their TVs, laptops, and video games. Get sweaty and dirty. Do things that makes the wind blow through your hair. Go off in search of the best climbing tree you can find. Shoot guns. Learn to use a bow and arrow. Play outside all day long and catch fireflies after dark. Do things that the coddled world considers too dangerous and watch your children blossom.
Teach your kids what freedom feels like.
8 thoughts on “The Last Rebels: 25 Things We Did as Kids That Would Get Someone Arrested Today”
Oh, how I remember those days in the mid to late fifties. I walked to school at least a mile one way. I played “army” and had a wooden gxn. We had rules most followed when playing which made it fun, Hunted jack rabbits in the desert and OMG had a tree platform which I built myself 18′ up a tree. Listened to Dr Demento on the radio out of L.A.
Worked my little hinny off in my parents restaurant. Listened to big band on the record player in the restaurant. And my parents taught me so much that I have used in my 67 years. What has happened to the “old” values?
The biggest thing I adhere to other than God above is truthfulness and honor. Seems not so much of that now.
I guess thats enough of a rant. God bless you all……..Frank
Big Band music, eh? I STILL have my dad’s 33-1/3 Benny Goodman Orchestra’s 1938 live performance at the Avalon Ballroom in NYC,as well as a 10-inch vinyl record of Glenn Miller and his orchestra doing “Pennsylvania 6-5000” (or whatever it was called)… Ginger Baker, John Bonham, and the rest of the “greatest rock and roll drummers in history” have NOTHING ON GENE KRUPPA! Nothing! I can still hear “Sing Sing Sing with a Swing” in my head at times..thank God this song is on YouTube. (For one thing, our stereo victrola no longer works…)
Man oh man I did every thing on the list an more. When kids were kids
I know I’m the last of a dying breed
And one that’s been awake for a loooong time
Yeah we used to play OUTSIDE , and took our guns to school , we also hid under our desks like idiots thinking it would save our asses from a nuclear blast ..LMFAO!
I home schooled my kids in rural far west Texas (in a POA with dirt and rocky roads–so, no bike riding), and my kids did all of the above (except bike riding)–in the1990s and 2000s. That is why they can both shoot guns/bows-arrows…in fact my daughter took archery at a local girl scout camp and then was able to counsel in archery later. Plus, yes, they actually killed rattlesnakes themselves with axes, and,oh yeah, cut and gathered firewood, changed tires, changes fan belts, went fishing and camping, etc. In fact, they learned more skills than I did as a child-teen! Living in the rural-remote will do that…
water balloons fights, squret guns, bb guns, firecrackers, cap guns, slingshots, jarts, popping small milk cartens or paper bags in schools, pee shooters and spit wads, school fights, name calling, stickers on note books like kill a commie for mommie vitenam war and cold war eria, electronic blinkie lites throwies, words on hats or tee shirts, skipping school for a day or afternoon, throwing mud balls, photo in wallet of you/your dad on hunt trip with rifle, Confederate Flag sticker/photo/drawing any Souther army info/history, praying-any thing Christian, speaking english in some Texas towns, fishing, catching frogs/tadpols/minios/crawfish, row boating, water tubing, no life jacket in/on the water, spiting, peeing on a tree, running from a stranger plain closthed cop, skate bording, paintballing, airsoft, boombox, loud music, smoking, sidewalk chock, koolaid stand, selling fruits and vegies, lawn mowing service, snow shoveling, baby sitting, over-do book, using a metal detector, flying a toy plane, using a camera, IF YOU LOOK MORE THERE ARE A LOT MORE WAYS TO GET ARESTED BY DIRTY COPS AND THE – SEE SOMETHING SAY SOMETHING COMMIE PUBLIC!
EVERYTHING I DID AS A CHILD, I ALLOWED FOR MY SON.
EVERYTHING FROM HOMEMADE EXPLOSIVES TO HIS FIRST AND ONLY TASTE OF LSD………….
I HID NOTHING FROM HIM, IF I HAD, MY WHOLE LIFE WOULD HAVE BEEN LIVED AS A LIE……………..
Unravelling firecrackers to make a bigger firecracker. Well, it wasn’t quite legal but the 14 year olds passed down the craft to the 10 year olds.