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Originally Posted by Bushrat

Don't remember not having a jackknife, we didn't have kindergarten like the town kids had so we got a couple years of building forts, fishing the creeks, climbing trees doing all the things little kids should while the poor townie kids went to kindergarten. I don't remember not having a pocket knife or remember any of my buddies not having one, even the town kids had pocket knives, it was simply a necessity growing up in the country in the 60's. How else would you whittle a slingshot, make whistles, clean your fish or trim your fingernails, etc.

Every time I see a kid strapped in a child safety seat I feel so sorry for them, They are missing out on the freedom of being a little kid riding in the back of a truck with the wind in their hair, or tearing down the hill on an old bike with no brakes and not caring if you could stop at the bottom without ending up in the creek all bruised and scratched. We never dreamed of wearing a helmet.... wtf ..is up with that. All these kids are going to grow up without broken arms or legs, poison ivy, bee stings, infected wounds, there's no more sneaking out behind the barn smoking, settin things on fire, getting the girl down the road to take her clothes off and jump in the creek or play doctor with her, there was always a girl like that in every neighbor hood, then her friend would find out and tell her mom.... then there would be a lickin you remember for the rest of your life. All of this is begotten with the right of passage that comes when you get your first pocket knife. Todays kids have no idea what they are missing.

Yessir, very similar but both my parents smoked & I just couldn't smoke, not at any age. All the rest of it almost to a tee. Funny how this day & age lots of people think you're shatting 'em when you say kindergarten was for town kids, not country kids. Dad pulled me out of school grade 10 or 11 to go elk hunting one fall, Principal was gonna suspend me. Dad wasn't much for school stuff, Mom's dep't, but he came to see the principal about me going hunting. Principal (lucky guy) was away but the vice-principal assured Dad I would learn more in the hills than I would in school for a couple days. Just the way Dad thought about knives & hunting........