blink and you’ll miss it
me and a dude in a wedding dress
The government is bubble-wrapping its kids. I probably wouldn’t have done much bike-riding growing up if I’d had to put on a helmet. Or shoes. Or if it had been referred to as “exercise
“. (Exercise is PE; everything else is Playing Outside.) And while I’m not familiar with any statistics, I doubt the shift to rolling backpacks has thwarted what I’m assuming must have been a childhood scoliosis epidemic. My backpack weighed about the same as I did; it’s how I learned to lift with my legs
. “Room for one more” in the car meant that there was literally enough room left in the back of the station wagon for one more kid (but just one). I started babysitting on my own when I was 12. Like everybody else.
I could go on, but there’s a million of these “repost if you drank from the hose and survived”-type posts roaming freely on the Facebook; so, i think you get the idea. I’ve just had it up to here with all these mandated school lunch stories that seem to be popping up.
Easy, Uncle Sam.