The Last Rebels: 25 Things We Did As Kids That Would Get Someone Arrested Today

Submitted by Daisy Luther via The Organic Prepper blog,

With all of the ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.

Here’s the problem with all of this babying: it creates a society of weenies.

There won’t be more more rebels because this generation has been frightened into submission and apathy through a deliberately orchestrated culture of fear. No one will have faced adventure and lived to greatly embroider the story.

Kids are brainwashed – yes, brainwashed – into believing that the mere thought of a gun means you’re a psychotic killer waiting for a place to rampage.

They are terrified to do anything when they aren’t wrapped up with helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, and other protective gear.

Parents can’t let them go out and be independent or they’re charged with neglect and the children are taken away.

Woe betide any teen who uses a tool like a pocket knife, or heck, even a table knife to cut meat.

Lighting their own fire? Good grief, those parents must either not care of their child is disfigured by 3rd-degree burns over 90% of his body or they’re purposely nurturing a little arsonist.

Heaven forbid that a child describe another child as “black” or, for that matter, refer to others as girls or boys. No actual descriptors can be used for the fear of “offending” that person, and “offending” someone is incredibly high on the hierarchy of Things Never To Do.

“Free range parenting” is all but illegal and childhood is a completely different experience these days.

All of this babying creates incompetent, fearful adults.

Our children have been enveloped in this softly padded culture of fear, and it’s creating a society of people who are fearful, out of shape, overly cautious, and painfully politically correct.  They are incredibly incompetent when they go out on their own because they’ve never actually done anything on their own.

When my oldest daughter came home after her first semester away at college, she told me how grateful she was to be an independent person. She described the scene in the dorm.  “I had to show a bunch of them how to do laundry and they didn’t even know how to make a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese,” she said.  Apparently they were in awe of her ability to cook actual food that did not originate in a pouch or box, her skills at changing a tire, her knack for making coffee using a French press instead of a coffee maker, and her ease at operating a washing machine and clothes dryer.  She says that even though she thought I was being mean at the time I began making her do things for herself, she’s now glad that she possesses those skills.  Hers was also the room that had everything needed to solve everyday problems: basic tools, first aid supplies, OTC medicine, and home remedies.

I was truly surprised when my daughter told me about the lack of life skills her friends have.  I always thought maybe I was secretly lazy and that was the basis on my insistence that my girls be able to fend for themselves, but it honestly prepares them for life far better than if I was a hands-on mom that did absolutely everything for them.  They need to realize that clothing does not get worn and then neatly reappear on a hanger in the closet, ready to be worn again. They need to understand that meals do not magically appear on the table, created by singing appliances a la Beauty and the Beast.

If the country is populated by a bunch of people who can’t even cook a box of macaroni and cheese when their stoves function at optimum efficiency, how on earth will they sustain themselves when they have to not only acquire their food, but must use off-grid methods to prepare it? How can someone who requires an instruction manual to operate a digital thermostat hope to keep warm when their home environment it controlled by wood they have collected and fires they have lit with it?  How can someone who is afraid of getting dirty plant a garden and shovel manure?

Did you do any of these things and live to tell the tale?

While I did make my children wear bicycle helmets and never took them on the highway in the back of a pick-up, many of the things on this list were not just allowed, they were encouraged. Before someone pipes up with outrage (because they’re *cough* offended) I’m not suggesting that you throw caution to the wind and let your kids attempt to hang-glide off the roof with a sheet attached to a kite frame. (I’ve got a scar proving that makeshift hang-gliding is, in fact, a terrible idea). Common sense evolves, and I obviously don’t recommend that you purposely put your children in unsafe situations with a high risk of injury.

But, let them be kids. Let them explore and take reasonable risks. Let them learn to live life without fear.

Raise your hand if you survived a childhood in the 60s, 70s, and 80s that included one or more of the following, frowned-upon activities (raise both hands if you bear a scar proving your daredevil participation in these dare-devilish events):

  1. Riding in the back of an open pick-up truck with a bunch of other kids
  2. Leaving the house after breakfast and not returning until the streetlights came on, at which point, you raced home, ASAP so you didn’t get in trouble
  3. Eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the school cafeteria
  4. Riding your bike without a helmet
  5. Riding your bike with a buddy on the handlebars, and neither of you wearing helmets
  6. Drinking water from the hose in the yard
  7. Swimming in creeks, rivers, ponds, and lakes (or what they now call *cough* “wild swimming“)
  8. Climbing trees (One park cut the lower branches from a tree on the playground in case some stalwart child dared to climb them)
  9. Having snowball fights (and accidentally hitting someone you shouldn’t)
  10. Sledding without enough protective equipment to play a game in the NFL
  11. Carrying a pocket knife to school (or having a fishing tackle box with sharp things on school property)
  12. Camping
  13. Throwing rocks at snakes in the river
  14. Playing politically incorrect games like Cowboys and Indians
  15. Playing Cops and Robbers with *gasp* toy guns
  16. Pretending to shoot each other with sticks we imagined were guns
  17. Shooting an actual gun or a bow (with *gasp* sharp arrows) at a can on a log, accompanied by our parents who gave us pointers to improve our aim. Heck, there was even a marksmanship club at my high school
  18. Saying the words “gun” or “bang” or “pow pow” (there actually a freakin’ CODE about “playing with invisible guns”)
  19. Working for your pocket money well before your teen years
  20. Taking that money to the store and buying as much penny candy as you could afford, then eating it in one sitting
  21. Eating pop rocks candy and drinking soda, just to prove we were exempt from that urban legend that said our stomachs would explode
  22. Getting so dirty that your mom washed you off with the hose in the yard before letting you come into the house to have a shower
  23. Writing lines for being a jerk at school, either on the board or on paper
  24. Playing “dangerous” games like dodgeball, kickball, tag, whiffle ball, and red rover (The Health Department of New York issued a warning about the “significant risk of injury” from these games)
  25. Walking to school alone

Come on, be honest.  Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child.

Teach your children to be independent this summer.

We didn’t get trophies just for showing up. We were forced, yes, forced – to do actual work and no one called protective services. And we gained something from all of this.

Our independence.

Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.

Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?

Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependant populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.

Nurture the rebellion this summer. Boot them outside. Get your kids away from their TVs, laptops, and video games. Get sweaty and dirty. Do things that makes the wind blow through your hair. Go off in search of the best climbing tree you can find. Shoot guns. Learn to use a bow and arrow. Play outside all day long and catch fireflies after dark. Do things that the coddled world considers too dangerous and watch your children blossom.

Teach your kids what freedom feels like.

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Mike in CT
Mike in CT
June 20, 2015 7:27 am

Ah the good old days…The Wussification of Murika is almost complete…Face it team…It’s over, the libtards won…Mike

wip
wip
June 20, 2015 8:25 am

I had to get stitches so many times, my mother thought she would get turned in to child protective services by our family Dr.

One time I had to get stitches because I used a hatchet to open an acorn. I was holding the acorn with my other hand to stabilize it. Pretty smart for a 9 year old, huh?

Stephanie Shepard
Stephanie Shepard
June 20, 2015 2:30 pm

I think the coddling happened after I was in high school. I grew up in the 1990s and had much more freedom before the 2000 era. Part of the problem is also technology. We didn’t get our first home computer until 1998 but now kids grow up with it. I am so grateful to remember a time without laptops, iphones, and ipads. If anything I wish all of American would throw their gadgets into the trash and start from scratch.

IndenturedServant
IndenturedServant
June 20, 2015 2:55 pm

Pretty much did all of that and much more. If the gooberment had stepped in back then I believe the parents would have started an armed revolution.

My childhood was a blast and I would not have changed any of it including the injuries although not breaking my ankle all those years ago would have saved me from some serious misery later. Both failures and successes taught us plenty and being allowed to follow our curiosity continues to pay dividends even now. The other thing that helped was the involvement of our parents. Even though we spent most of our days away from them, they were always there when needed and very much involved in our lives.

My father insisted that mom teach us kids how to cook, clean, sew and do laundry so she just made that part of our regular weekly chores once we were old enough. Dad made sure we all learned the manly art of being men by showing us by example how to treat women and repair anything, grow a garden, shoot, hunt and “keep our shit together” and “do the right thing”. Funny thing is that looking back, most of the “learning” took a back seat to the fun we had.

I work with my best friend who is doing his best to keep his adopted grandsons energy channeled into things that do not involve crime or drugs. He got the kid involved in organized kart racing. We both work with a millenial guy who showed an interest in kart racing. He also has two young sons. This minnie prick bought all of the stuff needed to start racing but refuses to bring his kids along even to watch. They have to stay home all day on Saturdays while dad goes out and does what the kids can only dream of. How fucked up is that?

wip
wip
June 20, 2015 3:56 pm

IS

Yeah, that sounds fucked up for sure. Maybe he didn’t get to do any cool stuff when he was a kid?

k
k
June 20, 2015 5:37 pm

Gosh, I did almost all of those, when was drinking from a hose a crime? Same for p’nut butter and Jelly.
???

Hagar
Hagar
June 20, 2015 5:52 pm

My brother and I climbed the local water tower one night, he stood on top of the ball, while I wimped out and clung to the ladder. Did all of the things and more on the list.

SSS
SSS
June 20, 2015 7:58 pm

“14. Playing politically incorrect games like Cowboys and Indians”
—-from the article

In honor of our fine friend Llpoh, the game should be changed to Cowboys and Muslims.

Westcoaster
Westcoaster
June 20, 2015 8:18 pm

Did all the things on the list, plus smoked cigs behind the neighbor kid’s garage. We used to hit up the bartender at the bowling alley in the nearby strip center for a quarter to buy a pack of cigs which we would smoke behind the neighbor kids garage or under the overpass in the ditch down the street. Another fav spot was a house which was condemned by construction of the new high/middle school. I remember how trashed it was but the water was still on. I road my bike to school a lot.

k
k
June 20, 2015 9:10 pm

I had several chemistry sets, complete with acid salts (such as sodium bisulfate)

Iska Waran
Iska Waran
June 20, 2015 10:48 pm

Every one except 13. Not a lot of snakes up here in MN. Many other things. Hooky bobbing. Jumping freight trains.etc. The dumbest and most dangerous things were when I was legally an adult and intoxicated on something or other.

bruce
bruce
June 21, 2015 1:15 am

K,

We had the chemistry sets too. We were making black powder in the basement. Had sulfur and charcoal and got saltpeter in bottles full of small pellets that we ground up with a mortar and pedestal. It may not have been the best gun powder but it made things go bang when properly packaged. No injuries but had a few close calls. We learned how to make gun powder from the Encyclopedia Britannica. The Encyclopedia was full of great info. The original Anarchists cook book.

Three of my friends who were brothers took gun powder from hundreds and hundreds of fire crackers and made a mega bomb. They took it way out in a wide field to set it off. It made quite a crater and blew them up too. They were scratched up, covered in dirt and little dazed but weren’t hurt to bad. The wadding they used went all over the place and set the dry grass on fire. It was a quite blaze.Fortunately there was hardly any wind that day so it spread slowly. People from all around came out to watch. It took the fire department several hours to put it out.

The kids didn’t puss out. Once they realized they could not put out the fire they ran to the nearest house, told about the fire and what they did. They ended up washing fire trucks every Saturday for a month. That and their dad blistered their ass’s. From that time on they were known as “the Arson Brothers”

Maggie
Maggie
June 21, 2015 2:03 am

@SSS I don’t know why LLPOH would be offended. We fought over who got to be the Indians. They were way cooler than cowboys.

I grew up on a farm in Missouri. Father was a POW in WWII in Japan. He blew off dynamite one year for July 4th. That was in the “olden” days when you could buy it to remove stumps from farmland.

Of course, NOW you can’t remove stumps from farmland. Violates the “wetlands Act.”

His kids grew up wild and free. I’m thankful for that because now that we have removed ourselves from civilization, I’m not lost in the woods.

@Stephanie, a lot of it is the gadgets, but mostly it is the lack of “real” work for kids to do. I had to dream up chores for my son to earn money and believe me, it would have been easier to just hand him $25 than to have him sand and re-varnish an old cabinet I was not planning to keep anyway. But, supposedly, it taught him something.

Iska Waran
Iska Waran
June 21, 2015 2:51 am

Bruce,

When I was about 15 I decided I was going to have a garden on our back hill that led to the train tracks. I reasoned that the easiest way to clear the grass and sumac would be to start a small fire – completely controlled, of course. I brought a broom, figuring I’d need to tamp down the flames like I’d seen on TV. Within about 3 seconds the entire hill was ablaze. I did my best to control it, but ended up skulking away hoping everyone in the neighborhood would take it for one of the annual fires started by a spark from a train. I completely pussed out, and I was lucky I hadn’t burned the whole goddamn neighborhood down.

Llpoh
Llpoh
June 21, 2015 5:12 am

In my neck of the woods we played Custer and Indians. We picked a few poor kids to be the Calvary, then dozens of us attacked them.

Everything I did as a kid would get a kid arrested today. Most of the things would have got me arrested backthen, if they coulda caught me.

Stephanie Shepard
Stephanie Shepard
June 21, 2015 6:34 am

In my neck of the woods we played Custer and Indians

Ha, ha, ha ,ha….

Llpoh
Llpoh
June 21, 2015 6:42 am

Iska – a couple of friends and I burnt down the next door farmer’s barn. Fortunately, his son was involved, so we skated, more or less.

Constman54
Constman54
June 21, 2015 9:47 am

Guilty!! Now what? We like to point the finger at others…. But somehow we’ve allowed the mentally disturbed to get control of our country. No sure where and when it all started, but helmet laws are a good place. We have allowed the state to become the parent.

a cruel accountant
a cruel accountant
June 21, 2015 5:53 pm

Lit cigarette stubs with a magnifying glass and smoked them.

Kill hundred of bugs with same magnifying glass.

Started many dead grass fires with same.

Built jumps for our bikes.

Go fishing by ourselves many miles from home.

Skitching— With a fresh snow on the ground we would grab the bumpers of cars stopped at stop lights and slide on the fresh snow with our feet to get home from school quicker.

Take apart shot gun shells to try and make our own fireworks.

Climbed 20 to 30 feet up a tree to get at wild grapes so my father could make homemade wine.

Started drinking said wine at 10.

Made our own slip and slides with plastic sheeting sprinkler and dish soap to so it would go faster.

Swing on a swing set as high as we could and jump.

Got a minibike at 10 refused to wear a helmet. Yet my parents let me ride in the alley.

4 stiches by my left eye at 6. Dr. could not use novocaine because it was to close to the eye.

I should of had dozens more stitches for other incidents but mom was a nurse. She used a lot of butterfly bandages on me.

Started using a chain at ten. Burned a 2 inch by 2 inch square on the side of my leg from that chain saw at 11. Still have the scar.