I have been such a reckless daredevil over the years. To hear some people talk nowadays, I never should have survived my childhood.
We rode in the back of Dad's pickup truck...sometimes even sitting on the side instead of hunkered down in the bed.
I spent hours riding my bike through the countryside in the summer...no helmet, no heatstroke-avoiding headgear of any kind, no environmentally-friendly water container at my side. [No cellphone to call for help. No warnings about Stranger Danger...]
My parents, particularly my father, spanked me when I was out of line...and sometimes even when I wasn't.
I jumped into piles of hay.
I dug tunnels in the snow.
I climbed trees without adult supervision.
I drank out of the garden hose.
I played, and encouraged others to play, Chubby Bunnies.
I enjoyed salsa from a bowl which had been double-dipped into.
I never used hand sanitizer.
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Yeah...the ladies love us bad boys.