When I was 11 I'd buy KNO3 and sulfer by the lb from the local
druggist. In those days, the pharmacist had barrels of
each in the basement. Add a little charcoal, voila!
Got my first rifle about then too.
Times sure have changed.
You can still buy that stuff by the pound.
It can be somewhat more serious, Iggy. My ex BOL and his wife left the
kids one night, when the oldest was capable of keeping watch properly.
They left a pan on the kitchen stove, resulting in a kitchen fire.
Everything turned out fine, but it could have turned out far differently.
I'm not convinced you need worry about the actions of most children, but
when something goes wrong, they often are not properly equipped, either
physically or mentally, to react in the proper way at younger ages. I
think I'd be more concerned about that than anything. Imagine the guilt
one would carry if a child was lost to having been left alone when too young
to make intelligent decisions and be able to act on them.
Doug, when I was kid, there was a boy down the street whose dad was a
drunk. Every time he would put one on he would come home and beat that
kid bloody. I mean bad. He used belts, boards, whatever was handy.
This was in the late 50's and the police would do nothing. I wonder
what happened to him. That image has stuck with me all these years.
It was ugly.
That more then my parents example (it was good) influenced how I
disciplined my kids.I tried to always put their welfare first and
never let anger motivate my discipline.
There was very little in the way of child abuse/neglect protection when
and where I grew up. Laws existed, but were often laxly enforced.
Hell, when my parents were trying to get a commission-paid trucking
terminal off the ground, I practically raised my sister. We were ten
years apart. My mother could check in several times a day because they
built the first office in the garage beside the house, but my baby
sister was my responsibility between times. (They did make sure I got
some breaks to go out and just be a kid.)
Nowadays, that would be child neglect, I suppose. It didn't hurt me
overmuch and my sister and I are very close ~40 years later. There
wasn't much resentment. We just did what had to be done to get out of
poverty after my dad got hurt and couldn't drive his truck any longer.
Must have worked. After a few years all the back bills were paid, we
owned our own house, and my dad's cars were Cadillacs when Cadillac was
still a respected make. :)
I was ten and she was less than a year when this all started. I'm not
sure of the "official right age" for babysitters. I was responsible
enough, apparently, for several years. :)
Of course, when I was at school, my mother had to take Sis to the office
with her, but I managed to take good care of her when both my parents
had to be working.
You're not going to complain about a Rolls Royce quadratrack, too, are you?
I think back to the days when Cadillac made V-12 & V-16 engines and turned
out cars that stood out from the pack, both in quality and design, and
wonder where they went wrong.
Mon, Nov 21, 2005, 10:35am (EST-3) too_many email@example.com
(Too_Many_Tools) did crosspost his crap:
I am interested in hearing your opinion on this subject.
Crossposting dorky little troll. Should have figured from the
Just pretend I'm not here. That's what I'm doing.
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