whats next???
I have a hard time with this kinda stuff, I can only imagine what life for a kid will be like 20 years from now.
I personally am from the school of hard knocks, you get jacked one way or the other and learn not to do it again.
Our poor children, gonna grow up and be a bunch of moma’s boy wimp’s.
Freckin joke, I tell ya.
Back when I went to school, I had to strut my ass down there myself, and yes back in 3- 7 grade it was in the snow and whatever.
Today, the freckin high school kids are getting dropped of by mommy,
Pathetic state of affairs I tell ya, PATHETIC.
SAW
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I personally am from the school of hard knocks, you get jacked one way or the other and learn not to do it again.
Our poor children, gonna grow up and be a bunch of moma’s boy wimp’s.
Freckin joke, I tell ya.
Back when I went to school, I had to strut my ass down there myself, and yes back in 3- 7 grade it was in the snow and whatever.
Today, the freckin high school kids are getting dropped of by mommy,
Pathetic state of affairs I tell ya, PATHETIC.
SAW
Saw, you are dead right on this one! Growing up I took some of my worst injuries from learning to ride my bike. I then graduated to a motorcycle at 12 years old and then I really got stitched up! Kids today don’t know what it’s like to fail. Even falling off the bike is too much for some parents to allow their children to go through. It is a shame!
My childhood was filled with failure and mistakes but I learned and I earned everything I got. I bought my fisrt motorcycle at age 12 by working all summer bagging groceries and stocking the store. I used to watch people 2 and 3 times my age paying for their groceries with food stamps. I did not understand it then but now I do. Here it was that I was 12 with a job, paying into the system while others made a living having babies. It drives me crazy. Welfare should be there for the elderly, orphans or the mentally or physically infirmed. Most don’t know what it’s like to fail or work these days.
Excellent analysis. Among the freshmen (150 total) at my school, there are only three that have had “real” jobs. No one seems to value work anymore. But I can’t really blame them (people my age) considering how many legal hurdles you have to jump through to do anything. And even then, you have to work extremely limited hours.
Speaking of wimpyness; I thought my parents were paranoid with training wheels, but this sh*t is crazy. Parents want kids to live in little bubbles without injury or real life experiences.
When I was playing Little League I was a pitcher ( and a damn good one). I was having an off day and walked everyone that came to the plate. The game dragged on for eternity. Anyway, there was this kid that seemed a little frail to me. He comes to bat and squared off to bunt… he took a fastball to the gut and dropped like a rock. None of the kids reacted with much ado, but his mother came running on to the field screaming in fear for her “baby”. What a scene she made. She never said a word to me, but man did she make a fuss over her kid. After the game I told my folks that if that ever happened to me and they set foot on the field fussing like that I would dis-own them!!!!!!
I personally am from the school of hard knocks, you get jacked one way or the other and learn not to do it again.
Our poor children, gonna grow up and be a bunch of moma’s boy wimp’s.
Freckin joke, I tell ya.
Back when I went to school, I had to strut my ass down there myself, and yes back in 3- 7 grade it was in the snow and whatever.
Today, the freckin high school kids are getting dropped of by mommy,
Pathetic state of affairs I tell ya, PATHETIC.
SAW
Saw, you are dead right on this one! Growing up I took some of my worst injuries from learning to ride my bike. I then graduated to a motorcycle at 12 years old and then I really got stitched up! Kids today don’t know what it’s like to fail. Even falling off the bike is too much for some parents to allow their children to go through. It is a shame!
My childhood was filled with failure and mistakes but I learned and I earned everything I got. I bought my fisrt motorcycle at age 12 by working all summer bagging groceries and stocking the store. I used to watch people 2 and 3 times my age paying for their groceries with food stamps. I did not understand it then but now I do. Here it was that I was 12 with a job, paying into the system while others made a living having babies. It drives me crazy. Welfare should be there for the elderly, orphans or the mentally or physically infirmed. Most don’t know what it’s like to fail or work these days.
I’m with ya Saw…. but I’m going to bet that many a parent will spring for it to keep junior & missy from scraping a knee.
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LOL! I was a pitcher too and SS and FB. I was a big kid growing up. My family is filled with tall people. (My Dad was 6’7, Grandmother was 6’1, Aunt 6’3 and a great uncle who was 7’0) We had a good rotation of pitchers so I got to throw every 4th game. If we played a good team I would always hit the first batter. It really put the fear of God in his other team mates 😆 . One night it got away from me and I hit the guy in the head. I never did that again after I hit that guy in the head. He only missed 3 games and he was ok. I felt real bad.
I was playing in another Little League game and one of my friends tried to jump the fence out in left field. We all wondered what happened and we found out after the game. He had the runs during the game and he tried to jump the fence to releive himself. He did not make it 😈 😆 😳 😳 His mother made him ride on the hood of the car on the way home 😆 It was a classic! He painted his white baseball pants a darker shade of Poo!