Regardless of the title, I think it's great that there's a book out there that reminds us all that kids need to be kids -- and that sometimes being a kid is a little dangerous. I mean, sure, I'm having a series of small heart attacks just thinking about Sam using a home-made bow and arrow. But then I remember my own childhood spent playing on rusty farm equipment and climbing rickety ladders in various haymows, and I remind myself that I survived without too many scars.Actually, come to think of it, I do have a lot of scars. Maybe I need to think about this some more.
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I wonder how we survived childhood sometimes. I have tons of scars.
I really wonder how my boss survived it. In addition to being an excellent little bomb maker, he once strung a line from the top of a painfully tall tree to a fence across the yard and—with some sort of thing to hang onto—slid all the way down the line several times before a neighbor told his mother what was going on.
Didn't everyone make zip lines from tall trees?
We spent a lot of time making very large catapults and fire heavy things at one another. Never mastered the trebuchet unfortunately.
The "for boys" title doesn't bother me either, as long as we teach little girls that it is totally okay to act like a boy. Until you make that bow&arrow and shoot yourself in the eye, that is...
-emily
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