It’s better to be lucky than good

My older brother posted the picture below on Facebook today.  I actually recall that day.  I was four and couldn’t swim.  Call the raft rickety is an insult to the word rickety.  I was scared shitless.

I also routinely rode in the back of open pickup trucks, played outside all day long without adult supervision, rode my bke without a helmet, etc. etc.   And yet I live.

I also routinely rode in the back of open pickup trucks, played outside all day long without adult supervision, rode my bke without a helmet, etc. etc. And yet I live.

 

2 thoughts on “It’s better to be lucky than good

  1. brings back memories. john, I had a chemistry set with REAL chemicals that would have made any mad scientist envious. my sister had the easy-bake-oven which included 3rd-degree burns. my dad would come home from his night shift at the refinery and give us a box of donuts loaded with trans-fats for breakfast. mind you that this is before ambulance-chasing tort lawyers. gawd, how I miss them days.

  2. Yep. I mean, I’m all about keeping kids safe, but parents have had their children taken away recently for letting them play at the park alone. For crissakes, my parents said be home when the street lights come on, other than that I was on my own.

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