I'm about speechless. Kids don't know how to play because of Xbox? Who's problem is that? NEWSFLASH, parents, there are not pedo-molesters lurking outside of every Frickin door. Im so sick of soccer parents shedding a tear and calling the ER whenever their little darling gets poked with a stick or falls in the dirt, and then calling the police to file charges against someone. Get a F'ing grip.
*sigh*
The world has totally lost it. I grew up in a house with GUNS, and Boa Constrictors (Sammy and Luther), and books on how to dig tiger traps, interrogate the enemy, survive on unidentified plants and boiled urine, and how to fight the government establishment. I could hunt, fish, trap, skin, dress, and stretch an animal from one end to the other and make you a necklace when I was done. I played in creek water probably infested with bugs and full of chemical run off from fields. I played in ravines where decades of creosote laden dirt was used to fill portions after the railroad pulled the tracks. I started fires (oopss......). I chased girls and didnt worry about going to jail. I rolled down steep hills on rubber balls with my friends at school (he got a broken collarbone, I laughed my butt off-the took him to the nurse). Let your kids go outside, people, while there is still some outside left.
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