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Hawg, thanks for posting. This made me laugh out loud several times. I sure miss those simpler days.
Reason I posted it. For some laughs and remembering how kids were brought up to be self sufficient.
I think I was about 9 or 10, playing kimg of the mountain on a dirt pile left after construction in our brand new neighborhood in Sharpstown. (Yeah, yeah.)
Sp (surprise!) I was at the top of the mountain and this small boy tried to challenge me and I Pushed him back. Lost his footing, tumbled down, landed on his bike pedal, you know that spiked part. Cut his head open. Blood.
The other guys there took him home while I just went home and told my Mom. "We are going to be sued for all we are worth!" while crying my eyes out. That was a term "sued for all we are worth" thta Mom used often enough that I learned it.
Kid had no stitches, bandaid only and a tetanus shot because metal pedal. My parents did offer to pay the medical expenses of the EM visit, which were like 30 bucks still a sizeable sum back then) but the parents had talked to their kid, knew he had come at me with a broomstick and when I swatted that away, he fell.