Kids these days...

They are sissy. They are soft. They need to be toughened up and they need to learn to wipe their own tooshies. (I say this because I have no kids.)

What happened to good old fashioned spit on a fresh wound? Now the world is full of antiseptics and soap for goodness sake!

And how many of us have fallen off a trampoline and lived to tell the tale? I have vivid memories as a kid - being at the Burgess home and flying off their trampoline, landing on my back with a thud, feet still in the air. Good times, good bruises and good memories.



These days the trampolines are made "safe" with enclosures or netting to prevent the occasional imminent casualty. Humph.

Sissy.*

(*If I ever have a trampoline for my kids, it will have a net.)