And To Think I've Lived to Tell About It...
But today, I heard a news story that pushed me over that nostalgic edge - where I remember a lot of things that used to happen to me - and in light of what's going on right now, am amazed that I've survived.
A school in Colorado has banned the game of tag. I'm too ashamed to even provide a link here for you - but honest. You can google it. Tag no more. It's been banned... Okay, okay, I can't stand it. This is what apnews.myway.com had to report:
"An elementary school has banned tag on its playground after some children complained they were harassed or chased against their will.
"It causes a lot of conflict on the playground," said Cindy Fesgen, assistant principal of the Discovery Canyon Campus school.
Running games are still allowed as long as students don't chase each other, she said.
Fesgen said two parents complained to her about the ban but most parents and children didn't object.
In 2005, two elementary schools in the nearby Falcon School District did away with tag and similar games in favor of alternatives with less physical contact. School officials said the move encouraged more students to play games and helped reduce playground squabbles."
All of the sudden, I'm wondering how I ever survived childhood:
1) I played Tag...
2) I didn't use antibiotic dish soap
3) I walked on a roof without a harness
4) I ate trans fat
5) I also ate eggs and dairy - which depending on the year, may have easily led to possible demise
6) I was held responsible for my actions. It was usually not my teachers' nor my parents' fault
7) I graduated without the aid of "No Child Left Behind."
8) I travelled without the protection of the Patriot Act
9) I jumped on a trampoline.... Both in gym class and at summer camp.
10) I drank creek water.
11) I've eaten at restaurants (which I'm sure is consistently grosser than it sounds!)
12) I was vaccinated
13) We played a lot of contact sports in school - like dodgeball, Red Rover, Duck, Duck Goose - and (gasp) TAG.
14) I somehow lived through Scarlet Fever and Pneumonia without being hospitalized.
15) I've played on a see-saw (or teeter-totter)
16) I can drive a stick shift (Ok... This doesn't seem to be anything to inhibit my survival - but I like to tell people I know how the clutch works)
I could go on. Seriously - I don't know if I'm more interested in how kids are going to become even reasonably responsible adults today - or how I survived in the first place. What gives? How is it I'm not an over-bacteriad walking talking disaster waiting to implode at any moment? Or am I?
To think I've lived to even write this blog!