I just finished reading the Frazil Ice thread. And, while the original topic, and the linked video, were fascinating, the part that really struck me was reading about posters's memories of youth. Running around the woods. Camping with the Scouts. As I read these memories, and recalled some of my own youth experiences, I suddenly felt sad for my sons. They are great boys, and I'm doing my best to raise them right. Teaching them about honor, integrity, etc. How to shoot the black out of a target, put an arrow in the bull, use your knife to carve a stick, how to build a campfire.
But there are things I did, and experienced, that they will never be able to do themselves. They won't know what its like to run into the woods at the crack of dawn and spend the day running. playing, cooking on an open fire, etc. Last group of boys that started a fire in the woods ended up explaining it to the police because the neighborhood busy-body called the cops for the boys drinking in the woods (they weren't). Carry a BB gun in the neightborhood, and someone will call 911. A soccer game in the mud? Nah, they close the fields becaue the kids might get hurt slipping and sliding, or catch a cold. Loan your teacher your pocketknife? Nope. For that you'd be arrested, expelled, and subject to psych evaluations. Even the Scouts, my last hope for teaching my boys about what really matters, is becomeing soft...no fixed blade knives permitted at most events. Too dangerous. Many times, they don't even allow open fires. Propane cooking is more environmentally correct.
So, while on occassion I'm jealous of the newest toy the kids have, the video games, the computer for homework, etc., I"m sad that they wil never know the simple joys of childhood I, and apparently many of you, relish.