rumitoid wrote:
Do you test yourself everyday, haha? Trump created wearing a mask a great political divide: do you know how totally and absurd that is? Full Lalaland!
Sniveling Leftest cowards put life preservers on their children in the pool and make them wear headgear when biking. Why can't they teach their children to dare, be bold? Hoho.
When I was 5 years old, my dad took me down to the river, to the Eagle Rock swimming hole. The river there was about 30 yards across lined with willows, the water was deep and slow moving. It swirled along the banks. Down stream about 50 yards, the river narrowed, grew more shallow, and flowed into a channel of fast moving water. At the entrance to this channel, there lay a bed of river gravel leading to the bank.
The rule was to never get downstream of the gravel bed.
My dad and I stood on the bank near the diving board, he told some things about swimming, then he picked me up by both arms, swung me back, launched me into the river, and said, "Swim, son."
Well, I swam. I did everything humanly possible to keep my head above water. I worked my legs and feet like a champion and I beat the water into submission with my arms and hands, and I kept my head above water. That was my only objective - to keep my head above water - so I gave no thought to where I was headed. I didn't know I was going downstream toward the gravel bed, I was just keeping my head above water. My dad was waiting for me there.
At age 7, I could go swimming with my friends without any adult supervision. We had inner tubes, but never a life preserver or jacket in sight.
At age 5, I graduated from a tricycle to a bicycle, by the time I was 7, I had my own bike and my own scars from learning to ride it. We never even heard of biker protective gear of any kind. Right now, I got my trusty Diamondback mountain bike to cruise on.
At age 5, I fired my first shot from a gun. A Winchester Model 70, 22 Hornet hunting rifle. My dad supervised the shot and I nailed my target. At age 7, dad gave me my very own gun. A Winchester semi-auto 22LR. Haven't killed anybody. Yet.
This story applies to just about everyone I grew up with. That was back when the word "
BOLD" actually meant something.