I cant believe I survived!

andreanar

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When I think of how different things were when I was growing up! My family never would have thought of getting rid of roosters on the farm because they might harm one of us kids. Dang, we had to run from the roo's, or kick them. We also had to run from the geese. We learned these things on our own. Many times we got attacked by roo's, goats, geese. No matter how scared we were of Big Bad Barney (the mean roo) our parents didn't wanna hear that smack! Go collect those eggs!! LOL.
 
Bahh, I love goats! And we loved it as kids, made a game out of running from them and making bets on who was going to get knocked down. We also used to take turns running thru the mean bull's pasture. I guess our parents didn't watch us as closely as parents do today. We swam in ponds without supervision.
 
Youre right! We had so much fun. Made up so many games. Ran wild all day. And I cant remember complaining as much as kids do today.

Ditto! If it wasn't a school day, we were out of the house first thing and back in when it got dark. We rode our bikes everywhere, played down at the creek, made bag lunches for hikes up the closest big hill, camped out in the back yard. We had a blast!
 
Back in medieval times when I was growing up there were some rules we had to abide by but other than that we were on our own playing outside during daylight hours. I used to ride for miles on my horse when I was just four. Later when I was eight and we lived in the city, I would take the city bus by myself to go visit my aunts or grandmother or to the dentist.

The rules were these:

1. You did not touch the guns. Period. Ever. Guns were never locked up and I learned to leave them alone by the time I could walk. I did have cap guns but i and every other kid I knew could tell the difference between a cap gun and the real thing.

2. You did not play with matches.

3. You did not tease animals. If you got kicked, bitten, or trompled there was no sympathy. You shouldn't have been where, or doing whatever, so you could have gotten kicked, bitten, or trompled in the first pace.

I don't know what we thought would happen to us if we broke any of these rules, but we never did. I never occurred to us to do so.
 

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