Monkeys in trees

When we were little kids, it wouldn't be unusual to find us about 8 feet up in the backyard apple tree. Actually we climbed all the trees in our yard and the neighbors' yards. As a mom now, I cringe thinking about these brave feats. I had to learn that doing this was not a good idea when I fell out once and knocked all the air out of me. That was scary. I got no sympathy at home. I was thinking about this lately because of my mom having sciatica problems in her later years. When I took her to the chiropractor a few years ago, she had her back x-rayed, and they could tell she had had some kind of accident from the curve in her spine. She remembers falling off a sled hard as a girl. I sure hope that my 'tree incident' won't haunt me in my later years. I have fallen hard on ice a few times in the last few years. These days there is a little more padding on my rump.
Sean has a nice bump on his head from falling face down on a hardwood floor during a kiddie YMCA class. Brian was climbing a ladder left against a house under construction when it fell backwards and he broke his arm and gashed his head.
It took a generation to actually 'see the light' I think. We baby boomers didn't have carseats. I wasn't watched when I was playing outside. I hope that all parents these days will be super caution with their kids. Remember that less than a year ago, three little local boys were playing around an abandoned car and got locked in the truck and died. Kids really need our guidance and care-all the time!