You know that with all the Tic Tok challenges kids try today, you just gave them some new thrills to record and post on line. If they're dumb enough to jump in front of a moving car and hope not to get run over, grabbing a live wire should be a piece of cake.
I remember back in the 50's riding in the car with my dad, and he would let me stand between his legs and "drive" that beast. Wheeee!!
My dad put me on the gas tank of his suicide-shift Indian motorcycle and told me to hold on to the handlebars and then hauled ass down our street and I buckled our kids into car seats like they were about to be launched into space, not drive the speed limit in a mini-van.
Sounds familiar to me. Shoes were off the day the school year ended; we were out of the house after breakfast and had to be home when the 6:00 pm siren blew. I got a bow and arrow set with metal-tipped arrows for my 8th (and knew how to make an air rifle shoot clods); we tied our Radio Flyer to the neighborhood dog for transportation; and who can forget running down the street in the spray from the mosquito-fighting DDT truck!
You know that with all the Tic Tok challenges kids try today, you just gave them some new thrills to record and post on line. If they're dumb enough to jump in front of a moving car and hope not to get run over, grabbing a live wire should be a piece of cake.
I remember back in the 50's riding in the car with my dad, and he would let me stand between his legs and "drive" that beast. Wheeee!!
My dad put me on the gas tank of his suicide-shift Indian motorcycle and told me to hold on to the handlebars and then hauled ass down our street and I buckled our kids into car seats like they were about to be launched into space, not drive the speed limit in a mini-van.
Three guesses who had the most fun.
Dumb, but fun.
Sounds familiar to me. Shoes were off the day the school year ended; we were out of the house after breakfast and had to be home when the 6:00 pm siren blew. I got a bow and arrow set with metal-tipped arrows for my 8th (and knew how to make an air rifle shoot clods); we tied our Radio Flyer to the neighborhood dog for transportation; and who can forget running down the street in the spray from the mosquito-fighting DDT truck!
It's a wonder any of us survived the Good Old Days.
I was laughing out loud. Thanks!
No bigger compliment than LOL. Thanks, Caroline.
Amen!
I lost so many braincells that I let my kids do some of this stuff. They're still alive!
They should thank you, you're toughening them up.