> Think back to your favorite childhood play memory. Where were you? What were you doing? Was there an adult supervising you? I have two memories 1) I was pl

> Think back to your favorite childhood play memory. Where were you? What were you doing? Was there an adult supervising you? I have two memories 1) I was playing in my grandfather’s pipe yard with my cousins. Lots of heavy equipment and stuff that was precariously stacked. Very easily could have ended up in a situation were something fell on me and killed me. Instead, I just ran headlong into a rusty pipe and nearly broke my nose. 2) I was in my early teens riding a 3 wheeled ATV. I was going too fast and went into a wash and flipped the machine over me. I didn’t kill myself. Didn’t even get seriously hurt, but easily could have. I was incredibly lucky to come out of both of those experiences relatively unscathed. It’s not really a tough calculus thinking “well, my daughter doesn’t have an eye anymore, but at least she was having fun!” I instead encourage my kids to have fun in activities that _feel_ risky but where the chance of life altering injury is low. Like walking on a high brick fence or jumping from a high point into a big deep body of water. Anyway, as a parent I’m so fucking tired of people trying to tell me how to raise a kid.