We definitely climbed trees when I was a kid. My neighbor had live oaks, and we usually climbed in them. We also sat on top of roofs. One day I slipped in the live oak next to my house. My mother was watching her soap operas as usual. She didn't hear me calling for help. I was dangling in the air, and holding on to one branch. My hands were slipping, and the rough bark was eating my hands up. She finally heard me and came running out. Another second or two and I would've fallen for sure. That was the good thing about having a mother who stayed at home full time. I never called for help unless I was desperate though. I think I called her about 4 times, and that was one of them.
We used to go down to the creek and woods for fun. One day we brought back a huge snapping turtle. We didn't know what a snapping turtle was, and I was very young. Mom nearly had a heart attack when she saw it. She made us take it back. Luckily this one must've been so old that it was pretty mellow. It took 3 of us to carry the thing home and back.
We used to sit in the red wagon and go flying down the hill too. I wonder how many times we wrecked it, but we sure had fun. Most mothers now would probably not allow their kids to do that. Kids need to climb Jungle Jim's and all that stuff. That is part of growing up. My daughter will remember some of the stuff her brother did. I am sure that scares her. Boys do seem to be a bit more adventurous than girls, but that isn't always the case. I am proof of that. If I live long enough, I will try to teach my grandsons some of the things kids did back in my day. It probably won't be as exciting to them as some of their dad's video games though.
We used to go down to the creek and woods for fun. One day we brought back a huge snapping turtle. We didn't know what a snapping turtle was, and I was very young. Mom nearly had a heart attack when she saw it. She made us take it back. Luckily this one must've been so old that it was pretty mellow. It took 3 of us to carry the thing home and back.
We used to sit in the red wagon and go flying down the hill too. I wonder how many times we wrecked it, but we sure had fun. Most mothers now would probably not allow their kids to do that. Kids need to climb Jungle Jim's and all that stuff. That is part of growing up. My daughter will remember some of the stuff her brother did. I am sure that scares her. Boys do seem to be a bit more adventurous than girls, but that isn't always the case. I am proof of that. If I live long enough, I will try to teach my grandsons some of the things kids did back in my day. It probably won't be as exciting to them as some of their dad's video games though.
In the third grade at recess, one of the kids tumbled from the top of the jungle gym. His arm was broken pretty good. We all stared as he ran into the nurse. Then we got right back on the jungle gym.
You reminded me of the time I had to stop along one of the back roads near my place. There was a turtle in the road. A guy had already stopped and went to pick it up to move it. Trying to be nice and humane! Darn thing stretched its neck further than you'd ever imagine it could and nearly took the guy's fingers off! We all jumped about 10 feet back. If I remember right, the turtle was hissing too. Naturally we all waited for it to move along at its own pace.
I loved the Jungle GYM. I spelled that wrong earlier. We had the old metal kind back then. Now I think they are plastic, I dunno. School playgrounds took a toll on many a kid back then. My brother broke his arm swinging, believe it or not. I know he was hurting, and the nurse didn't send him to the hospital, or call home. My dad took him and got an x-ray, sure enough it was cracked. I bet that nurse felt bad later. My brother was tough, she must've thought he was faking it.
Yes a turtle will bite the fire out of you. The problem is once they latch on, they don't want to let go. The old saying was they don't let go until lightning strikes. HAHA. I doubt that, but you will probably think so if one bit ya.
Totally agree, @kkay59 will be known to those boys as the best grandmother ever!
Yay for showering! That lifts your spirits for sure. I have had at least 6 casts for various leg & foot injuries and a foot surgery, and hated having to take baths for 6 - 8 weeks. The last cast I finally had an awesome cover that allowed me to shower. Sweet relief.
Except for the first few weeks. It was a torn Achilles injury, so the cast had my foot at a 45 degree angle. Only my toes touched the shower floor. The cover got slippery pretty quickly. It took some focus not to fall!
Aw, your poor brother! That’s the downside of being tough.
I received my only corporal punishment in school in the first grade. Paddle to the backside. The teacher didn’t realize I had an abscess on the back of my leg. The paddle smack opened it, and it wasn’t pretty. She took me to the nurse and felt so bad, apologizing to me. I said, “That’s okay! You didn’t know. And I deserved to be paddled!” She was a wonderful teacher and remained one of my favorites.
After tearing my Achilles, I crawled up the stairs in my house and shaved my legs! Same again when I broke my leg. That’s either tough or insane. Probably both.
A turtle was in my yard back in PA, and I ran yelling before one of my kids could get near it. It might not even have been a snapping turtle. I had a healthy respect for the little buggers by then. I have to look up if they hiss too. That scared me almost as much as the SNAP of its jaws.
Enough. Got all the top with limbs done. The bottom 50’ is next. That will be a challenge b/c the tree is wider than my bar. On the bright side I got my saw running the best it has in many years. New carb and lots of fine tuning and now I have it dialed in. There is no piece of yard equipment that comes close to the maintenance required for a chainsaw. Great piece of equipment but you have to baby them big time. Sawing isnt overly stressing. It’s the hauling and then splitting that’s the killer.
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