I agree with you for the most part but you seem angry and overly dramatic.

The only bitching and whining that I see comes from the redneck who posted this shit. This fool thinks safety is for the weak, forgot to check his privilege and thinks hes important.

Freaked out a bit once.

I was three and had a hammer and nails. I was hammering them into a branch less tree so I could climb up the nails. She saw her grandson climbing up a ladder of meat hooks. So she said as much to my dad: "Hey WTF! Kiddo's gonna meat hook himself."

My dad calmly responded that it's better to learn these meat-hooky lessons in person and at a young age.

There were many other lessons learned all round: like red metal means pain; and don't own guns.

My sibling and I became scientists.

I took the bus to school alone in grade 5. I grew up in east van. I lived near Fraser where there were hookers. I grew up fine. I'm a well grounded practical human with common sense and good morals. I've never broken a bone either.

I liked merry go rounds when I was 4-5 ... it was the closest thing to a live horse I could get, aside from hobby horses.