Well, folks, I managed to make it through another vacation to Vegas without too much strife on the ol' wallet, and had a rather relaxing trip despite the really unbearable heat (screw humidity... 120 is hot no matter how you slice it.)
But those escapades are for another blog entry some day. Today's story, my pets, has to do with eating dirt.
When I was a kid, I used to do some crazy stuff. My older brothers liked picking on me, and I was sort of like "Mikey" from the Life cereal commercials... I would do just about anything my brothers dared me to. I do remember on one occasion that I was with my neighbor friend and he dared me to eat dirt, so I did.
I remembered that story recently when one of my massage instructors started talking about how phobic she was of germs. Off and on with various doctors over time, I have talked about how I think the rise in allergies and reactions to food and animals is because of the growing influence of hand sanitizers and Chlorox wipes available nearly everywhere. The federal government even puts sanitizer by every public entrance, now. I have to admit that I don't really recall many friends in grade school that were allergy prone, or couldn't eat peanuts.
Parents these days seem to over protect their children to the point of obsession. They can't even play with Lincoln logs these days without them being plastic! In the end, I think the children don't learn to be social creatures the way we were, and tend to not be exposed to the real world. They then grow up to be self-important people (mommie imposed that on them) without knowing how it feels to walk barefoot in the mud. I feign to think that most people think that if they eat dirt, now, they'd die. I am living proof that you won't.
I guess my point is to say, live a little, folks. And let your kids live a little, too.
- Posted on the run from my annoying electronic thingy
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AMEN STU-BOO....Stacy and I talk about this all the time about today's "Plastic Bubble" kids. I never rode a bike or rode a skateboard with helmets and pads and sometimes not even a shirt, shoes or socks I mean come on look at me now I am still in one piece.I would sometimes eat a little bit of comet bathroom cleaner. I don't know why I guess the smell of it was fascinating so I guess i had to taste just a wee bit.
ReplyDeleteWhat a co-in-ki-dink! i was just reading an article about this topic earlier today. The article stated that these children become narcissistic and feel entitled because their parents have catered to them so much. They won't be ready for the real world. Well said Stuart -- I'll think I'll go outside and play in the dirt!
ReplyDeleteWell said, and for the record my wife and I are consist in our determination that the kid will eat dirt. :)
ReplyDeleteStacy like.
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