Reading this, I could almost feel my brother’s elbows in my ribs, and getting squashed by a gaggle of cousins on any of the road trips we took under similar conditions. Sometimes there were so many kids piled in the backseat that we really weren’t sure whose foot that was... and to make things even more exciting, there were oftentimes a dog or two in the mix.
Sometimes we’d pile into the back of my dad’s yellow pickup truck for a ride; I can still feel the wind whipping my hair around violently like it was just yesterday. It was so exhilarating...
Awhile back in our local paper, there was an article about winter safety, and they mentioned that pulling sleds with vehicles wasn’t safe. Even with a long rope, out in the middle of a field? No!! I felt a pain through my very heart! Again, another portion of my beloved childhood memories were relegated to the Hall of Shame.
I’m not saying any of this is good, or bad, just that it’s different. Times change. The world changes. Are we better off? I don’t know. Did the parents of the 1950s look back at past generations and think them nonchalant where safety was concerned? I wonder. I know only one thing ... that I won’t be telling my grandchildren about the time we ... never mind.
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