Times have changed…
When I was a kid my dad used to let us ride in the back of the pickup
truck from point A to point B. We never had seat belts, car seats or
helmets. We just knew that if we didn’t sit down and hold tight the
outcome wouldn’t be fun. And we were all about fun. I don’t recall ever
hearing of a kid falling out of a pickup truck. I’m sure it happened
somewhere in the world, but not in the farming areas around us in
southwest Arkansas.
I occasionally hear a parent talk about how they don’t let their kids
play out of sight. I suppose this makes sense in heavily populated
areas. There are, after all, more nutty people around these days. But
when I was a kid my little brother and I would pack a sandwich, grab our
high powered pellet guns and fishing rods, and head off into the woods
from morning well into the late afternoon. We built tree houses, dug
tunnels and crafted multi-room bush forts. Was it slightly risky for my
parents to let us go out on adventures alone? Maybe. Did we get
into mischief? Occasionally. Honestly, though, I would suggest it was
during these adventures that my brother and I crafted our own unique
sense of creativity and drive. It was during these times that we learned
basic common sense and rules of life.
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10 comments:
Obama attacking small business's again.
Supposedly they've backed off the proposed changes after the Daily Caller piece went viral and the farming community started calling all the jerks involved and their mothers.
Does this mean Michelle will be arrested for working all those kids in the white house vegetable garden? This is America where nobody is above the law (wink, wink).
This president or none other will tell me how to raise my children! We must, somehow, get back control of our Country. If we don't do it in November we are probably doomed.
I was brought up in the "city" where we made igloos, walked around the neighborhood with BB guns, and had terrapins, free range dogs and guppies for pets. But the single coolest thing was to go out to the "Country" on weekends to the Wilcox farm where Uncle Chappie let me drive a real tractor (at 7 or 8 years old!) and we would collect chicken eggs from the yard and on top of fenceposts, played in the hayloft and got stung by the bumblebees. Gawd, what a treat!We were really lucky back then. We'd fish the farm pond and bring in enough Bluegill to feed the Wilcox's and our dinner once we got home. Heaven will be like that.
All part of the plan to have a population that is unable to feed, clothe or defend themselves... Very scary indeed. Not quite as scary as the people that are blind to what is coming though...
so very sad! farm kids are some of the few that are taught work ethic, respect for their elders, respect for other peoples possessions. farm kids are also independent children, and very seldom seen in a detention center. DE has invited city children to visit farm families, as well as other rural families, for years. the city kids have learned much through their rural experiences, some never seeing a cow, sheep, chickens, and such before. a true wealth of learning for the city kids that do not have much of a family life get a chance to see how their food is grown and sometimes get a chance to milk a cow, feed the farm animals. farming families, and their children are the life blood of this country. you know the saying, 'no farms, no food'. the farm kids are the future farms of this great land!! where else will they learn than at the feet of their parents, and grandparents!!
Just taking our rights as Americans away one at a time.
All kids need to have jobs to do. It teaches them a work ethic responsibility and respect for others. I have children that have worked since they can remember. First with chores at home then jobs as soon as they were old enough. They have learned that if you want something in this life you have to work for it. In comparison I have a sister that raised hers giving them any and everything they wanted and you can really see the difference. Hers think everything is owed to them while mine know everything has to be earned.
it doesn't matter. no matter what we won't allow this to happen. i for one will never allow somebody to tell me how to raise my children and i know many others like me. our kids are taught the values of earning your own and understanding the achievements and success that goes along with hard work. better be prepared...there's a storm coming.
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