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Title: 25 Things Generation Xers (and Baby Boomers) Did as Kids that Could Get Today’s Kids Arrested
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Free Thought Project
URL Source: http://thefreethoughtproject.com/25 ... -arrested/#egHDasqmpKOGjKca.99
Published: Oct 4, 2015
Author: Daisy Luther
Post Date: 2015-10-05 09:04:33 by Deckard
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Views: 1113
Comments: 10
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 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 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? 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): Come on, be honest. Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child. 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. Our independence. 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 Teach your kids what freedom feels like. The Organic Prepper Daisy Luther lives on a small organic homestead in Northern California. She is the author of The Organic Canner, The Pantry Primer: A Prepper’s Guide to Whole Food on a Half-Price Budget, and The Prepper’s Water Survival Guide: Harvest, Treat, and Store Your Most Vital Resource. On her website, The Organic Prepper, Daisy uses her background in alternative journalism to provide a unique perspective on health and preparedness, and offers a path of rational anarchy against a system that will leave us broke, unhealthy, and enslaved if we comply. Daisy’s articles are widely republished throughout alternative media. You can follow her onFacebook, Pinterest, and Twitter,. 
All of this babying creates incompetent, fearful adults.
Did you do any of these things and live to tell the tale?
Teach your children to be independent this summer.
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#1. To: Deckard (#0)
Yep, did all 25 and had a blast. Especially 'writing lines':) LOL.
"For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly."---Romans 5:6
When I was in High School, three days a week, I carried a mint 1903 Springfield back & forth to school on the bus, and kept it with me all day, from class to class.
Si vis pacem, para bellum Those who beat their swords into plowshares will plow for those who don't Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God.
The above about describes all summer in my neighborhood. It was quite like the movie Sandlot. We would eat a bowl of corn flakes grab the gloves, bat and balls and play baseball all day until dark. Then after dark play stick ball under the street lights. "For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly."---Romans 5:6
I don't ever remember 22 or 23 happening but all the rest yes. In fact I still do some of them to this day, you're only old if you act that way... Ones I still do periodically are 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 17, and 24. It's a good way to bond with the Grandkids and teach them to be non- wussified humans. I took the Granddaughter hot air ballooning and horseback riding when she was 3, didn't hurt her in the least. After that she tried riding the boxers around the house... :) Vegetarians eat vegetables. Beware of humanitarians!
did em all . Except 20 "Taking that money to the store and buying as much penny candy as you could afford, then eating it in one sitting" I would take the candy to school and sell it to other kids . Started working in Jr High school delivering papers . Before that ,mowed lawns and shovelled snow for $$ . Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Don't forget "smear the queer" game!
Me too. Good income back then. Plus if you were nice you would get a sandwich lemonade or in winter hot chocolate. "For when we were yet without strength, in due time Christ died for the ungodly."---Romans 5:6
This isn't on the list, but . . . When I was around 12 or so, my family moved to an area where high tension power lines had been constructed, and there was a dirt service road. Also, it was a farming area and there was no shortage of fields. Anyway, several of the kids who were around my age and older had cars. Seriously. These were junkers that ran, but had various and sundry problems. The kids would drive them in the fields and on the power line service road. My first car was a '54 Plymouth. It ran, but had no brakes (minor problem). Fortunately (looking back) I never got to drive it much, since the first time I took it out I got it stuck in the mud. Somebody must have been looking out for me - even then. (As I've thought about this - years later - I always wondered how our parents let us get away with that) "Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD . . . " ~Psalm 33:12a
Probably becuase they did all of that stuff and more when they were kids. потому что Бог хочет это тот путь
Somebody must have been looking out for me - even then. (As I've thought about this - years later - I always wondered how our parents let us get away with that) My father let me keep, and drive (to high school), a 1928 Willys Whippet I bought for $45 when I was 14, summer of '51. Needless to say, my old man was a free spirit, --- I doubt he had car insurance either.
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#3. To: Deckard, liberator, TooConservative, GarySpFc, tomder55, CZ82 (#0)
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
#4. To: Deckard (#0)
#5. To: Deckard, redleghunter, (#0)
#6. To: Deckard (#0)
#7. To: tomder55 (#5)
Before that ,mowed lawns and shovelled snow for $$ .
#8. To: Deckard (#0)
#9. To: Rufus T Firefly (#8)
(As I've thought about this - years later - I always wondered how our parents let us get away with that)
#10. To: Rufus T Firefly (#8)
My first car was a '54 Plymouth. It ran, but had no brakes (minor problem). Fortunately (looking back) I never got to drive it much, since the first time I took it out I got it stuck in the mud.
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