WuMo by Wulff & Morgenthaler for September 23, 2018

Wait till he tells them about the playground with the steel jungle gym on concrete.

Ah, the good old days! I also got to ride around in cars in the front seat with NO seatbelt!

This guy’s trying to get out of paying child support! 21st century child abuse!

and I’ll just bet that when they bicycled to the playground they didn’t wear helmets

My brother and I used to ride in the back of my uncle’s pick up truck. That was fun. Rode dirt bikes and motorcycles without helmets, skated on ponds without supervision. The list goes on. I should be dead.

Risk is 90 percent perception and 50 percent chance. It’s a matter of what’s most important to the risk-taker.

And we had to get up and cross the room to change the channel.

I played in the woods.

I absolutely love it! Wulff and Morgenthaler – Major Kudos! Best comic of the day!

I rode in the back of Granddad’s pick up truck. Alone

And we played sports without supervision and safety gear

We scoffed at the kids who had to tell their parents were they were going. And avoided those whose parents were always with them. How did we ever reach adulthood?

And now here we sit, with these wonderful memories, and great, fun people to share them with. Cool. :)

Ok. I can see why they’re split up.

And we would drink water from the garden hose when playing outside.

In junior high school, we made our own fireworks.

In the 60’s at 14/15 years old, I would ride my bike (sans helmet) through town with my rifle across the handlebars on my way out to the dump to shoot bottles and cans. Never got a second look. Put me ahead of the game when I joined the Marines at 18.

Looking over all these comments, and thinking back to how it used to be, it occurs to me that the world we live in today, with all it’s rules, regulations and constant surveillance, would have been considered a fascist nightmare to us back then. Seriously, we are living in something like Brave New World, but the changes have crept up on us so slowly, like the proverbial temperature of the pot with the lobster inside, that we are only dimly aware of how little freedom we have left.

And we drank out of the garden hose. Eeeeek!

It’s true, every bit of it. Even the angry wuss kid calling to be protected from reality.

A walked alone through the mountains from the age of seven past industrial wreckage, open mine shafts and strip mines and drank from untreated waters.

“Dad, what’s ’bicycled” to the playground? Is that some kind of gay thing only grown ups do?