Coming of age in the years of living dangerously

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I look back on the stupid things I did and was allowed to do as a kid, and I am amazed I survived.



Here is one story for you.



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My dad used to own the car above. It is the only production car ever made for drag racing (my uncle still owns it, and I may someday). The acceleration in this car was so powerful that when my father used to step on the gas, you would be pinned to the seat by the G-force.



When I was 3-4 years old, I used to push the passenger seat forward and climb up on it so I could see out the windshield while my dad was driving -- no car seat, no seatbelt, nothing. Just for fun, my dad would step on it causing the seat to lunge backward and throw me into the back seat. I used to squeal with laughter, push the seat forward again and ask for more. We would drive through town going from 25 MPH to 50 MPH and back again over and over.



I have great memories in that car, but it is something that will not be experienced by my son....
 
My own baby book recommends that every baby "sunbathe" for at least 1 1/2 hours a day.



My husband lets my five year old son "drive" (steer) the last 100 yards home down our street. He's actually parking the car in the driveway now. I hope he never gets caught.
 
I had a similar car ride when I was young. I was at the babysitter's and she decided to run to the store. She put me in the back seat (no belt) and I was riding on my knees looking over the front seat. As she backed out of the driveway my door flew open and I slid out on to the pavement then she proceeded to drive off until she realized what had happened.
 
I too was fortunate enough to have adults in my life that took me to the edge of life and back. The best thrill ride of my life was with my uncle. Coming down from the Los Angeles mountains he would drive up the side of the mountain at every corners he could.
 
[quote author="tmare" date=1246928463]My husband lets my five year old son "drive" (steer) the last 100 yards home down our street. He's actually parking the car in the driveway now. I hope he never gets caught.</blockquote>


My dad had a 78 full size Ford (or Dorf as he liked to call it) pick up truck for business when I was a kid. Seat belts? I dunno if it had any, if it did, it was just the lap belts. Since it was bench seating, he would just plop me on his lap and let me steer. IRCC, he let me steer the day I had to go to Lincoln Savings to pull my college CD money out of it after it went busto.



I also walked to elementary school as a kid, and I lived in the ghetto a$$ hood of Villa Park, where the various gang banging child abductors of Orange could have snatched me up.



And... while it might not be a "childhood" story, I do have one of me being a teenager taking an illegal off road back way from VP to Anaheim Hills before Imperial/Cannon connected it to Santiago. But... it might scare the parents who want their kids to go to high API schools, since VP back then was high scoring, and yet I and many others did stupid a$$ things. Test scores can't prevent the stupid your kids will do.



I also shot guns as a kid too. Oooohhhh... scary. Even though I haven't shot a real gun since, but that is another story. At least if anyone ever broke into my house I would be able to blow their left eyeball out the back of their skull with a 38.



Oh... I used to take a lighter to an aerosol can to make a flame thrower. I killed a black widow that way once. Totally parent approved, well... they never did tell me no.



Don't even get me started on the go-kart I had as a kid, that I drove around on my street. Try that in Irvine, I dare you, I double dog dare you. And, I triple dog dare you to try that at the tot lot.



I played with real lawn darts too.



Parents and kids are such sissys today. The kids are deprived of all the real fun.
 
We had Mini-Bikes with 5HP motors when we were 10. Then got my 350 Honda at 15 when I first got my license.

Still remember Dad and his 302 67 Mustang. He thought that was fast in the day. WOW 80 MPH on the 405 Freeway.

Sure miss driving my 442 Olds to Orange County Raceway for bracket races. Those were the days.

I still wonder how we never got killed or torn up worse. Just lucky I guess.
 
[quote author="no_vaseline" date=1247003659]When I was a kid, I had scissors. Not the saftey kind either.</blockquote>


But did you run with them?
 
Gatorade used to include a sample packet with the little weber bbq pit we bought; we were left alone a lot as kids... my brother decided to make fruit punch, and we both drank a lot of it! Talking on the phone with my parents, yeah, we made this drink with the powder we found in the grill, it was good!
 
Enjoyed food without *gasp* checking the nonRBST and organic label.

>>Not kidding at all. Last night we baked brownies and all I wanted to do was eat my brownie with vanilla ice-cream. Now, I have an ice-cream maker and churn out low-fat/ organic ones without additive at home, but when I have guests, I resort to the Costco vanilla box. I had some left over and went to the fridge to scoop some. DD1 followed me. "Mommy, it has XX grams of fat. You are only supposed to eat XX gms a day" "Mommy, it has high fructose whatever" After a minute I had to change my mind, dump that ice-cream in trash, scoop myself some vanilla Fage yogurt and be done with craving. Don't remember checking any label when I was kid..



Played in the sun without any sunscreen lotion.

>> My kids wouldn't dare to step out of the house with sunscreen..
 
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