I don’t know about you, but when I was a kid I was pretty much fearless. In fact, I was envious of the kids that had broken a bone. What’s that all about? I wanted crutches. I wanted a cast. Looking back, I didn’t really want to have broken an actual bone, but since you can’t really comprehend how terrible it feels until it happens to you, I wanted it. Really what I probably wanted was all the attention that kids with casts got when all of the other kids begged to sign it or when all they all lined up to play with their crutches. Because, much like the person I’ve grown up to be, as a kid, I craved attention. Shocking, I’m sure. Anyway, my longing for a cast quickly went away when I fractured my wrist figure skating in seventh grade. To add to that, a couple of weeks after I got my cast off, I (lucky me) fractured my tailbone and got my very own set of crutches. AND, what made this all worse was that when I fractured my tailbone, it was during the two months strike that my teachers had, so instead of jumping on Meghan’s trampoline like everyone else did in the afternoons, I sat on my couch in horrendous pain. This, my friends, was the actual moment, I went from fearless, to fearful.
With that, below is a list of as many things I can think of that I did all the time as a child but would never, I repeat, never attempt now:
- Taking a corner on a bike with no hands and no helmet. Actually let me rephrase that, riding a bike at any time with no hands or even one hand. Or even riding a bike with no helmet. Um…maybe even riding a bike (at least while I live in the city). I remember once my tire came loose and I crashed. Big time crashed. It was scary and hurt like crazy.
- Jumping out of trees. We would climb as high as we could and then jump out. In hindsight, this was a terrible idea and we’re lucky we didn’t die. However, at the time it was lots of fun, especially when we’d jump into a pile of leaves that we strategically placed below us for landing ‘padding’.
- The double bounce on a trampoline. So much height. Too much for me.
- Running down hills. At this stage in my life I would trip, fall and break my neck. I like my neck. I don’t want to break it. I’m also going to add to this one going down a snowy hill on a GT. Those things are scary fast.
- Jumping off cliffs into unknown waters. I quickly learned in lifeguard training that this is a terrible idea.
- Pushing homemade (sans adult supervision) go-carts across streets. Yes, there was minimal traffic on our boulevard, but still, cars can come out of nowhere.
- Clinging on to the outside of a walking bridge handrail. There’s a reason the handrails are put there. So you don’t fall into the river below where dead fish float.
- Barefoot puddle jumping. This was the most fun thing in the world when I was little. Now, this just seems not only dangerous because of the fact that you can’t see what’s at the bottom of the puddle, but also gross…because you can’t see what’s at the bottom of the puddle.
- Monkey bars. Especially hanging upside down and doing flips on them. I pretended I was a gymnast ’till I fell on my head and lost a patch of hair.
- Sliding down staircase rails. Fun yes, that is until your knee gets smashed into a bar and swells up to a size that shouldn’t be possible.
- Any of the figure skating jumps and flying spins I would do. I once did a flying camel missed landing on my foot, and instead landed on my chin. I still have the scar.
I think, for the most part, that covers most of the things I did as a child that I would never do now. When I think about it, I was pretty lucky for a few reasons; firstly, my neighbour Andrea made it so I didn’t have to be a typical girl playing with barbies. We played outside, got dirty, and were always building things. I will always treasure the memories that I have from those adventures (mostly because I didn’t die and am still here to remember them). And secondly, to state the obvious, because I didn’t die.
What did you do as a kid that you wouldn’t even consider doing now?