I have teenagers who are unshockable..so, I just say stop it and threaten to beat them with a wooden spoon. Works for me. Lol
Sure. They are creating a generation of couch potatoes who have no imagination as to what real play is like. All of their thinking is being done for them.
If it hadn't been for my imagination when I was growing up, I would have had no toys to play with. I did away with lots of "bad guys" with nothing more than a homemade wooden sword and cardboard shield for protection.
Cardboard boxes had many uses, from airplanes to forts to race cars, and anything that the imagination could dream up.
Everything my parents told us not to do we did. There wasn't a nurse or Doctor who worked for the Flying Doctors we didn't know in time.
Exactly. If nothing was bent in the opposite direction or if the bleeding wasn't arterial. My parents didn't give a ****.
"Oh so you chopped the top of your thumb off chopping carrots did you? Use the other hand and finish dinner." True story.
Rusty nail yes. Pitch fork even better. Left more holes - we were daring each other to get it closer to the others foot. An incident we had with a chainsaw we later labeled "1 down 9 to go." Parents refused to get us a tennis ball knowing we'd play brandy so we played with bricks instead. Oh and if takes less then 8 stitches then your a *****. All this before I was 12. Broke my arm on a scout camp. It was at an odd angle so I got my friends to pull on it till it looked right then bandaged with branches and didn't tell the leaders till we got back. By then the color was a give away.
I bow before your genius.
Just because you thought of it before me.