Being a kid can be dangerous.
First, you have pretty much zero sense of your own mortality. Second, you have no fear. Third, you are a kid and honestly, just aren’t that smart.
I look back on the things I did as a kid and wonder how I lived to see my teen years, let alone my 50s.
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Being a kid can be dangerous.
First, you have pretty much zero sense of your own mortality. Second, you have no fear. Third, you are a kid and honestly, just aren’t that smart.
I look back on the things I did as a kid and wonder how I lived to see my teen years, let alone my 50s. And I’m not talking about the everyday crazy stuff like jumping our bikes over pretty much everything, or riding our skateboards down the middle of busy streets as cars zipped by us, or breathing fire. (Don’t ask).
Like many kids, I often went above and beyond. Two examples come to mind. My first genius idea was to take two of our old metal trash cans and make my own submarine so I could explore the pool in our backyard. My mom had enough sense to know I would never be able to actually build it, so she silently let me fail on my own.
She did intervene when I came in looking for a sheet one day to use as a parachute so I could jump off of the roof.
Like I said, kids are not bright.
But they are resilient. We could take a ton of punishment and bounce back pretty quickly. If you didn’t have a large scab somewhere on your body when you were a kid – especially boys – then you were doing it wrong.