Do you fancy a bit of true crime? If so, I have a case for you to crack. The main question is this: Was it just the '70s, or did my parents try to kill me? You be the judge.
hahahhaha South African parents in the 70’s were BANANAS. we used to leave the house as kids in the morning, head off into the bush and no one cared where we were unless it was dinner time and we weren’t home
coupled with their indoor smoking habits and driving us around whilst drunk — i’m always surprised I survived
Oh god yes, the smoking... Our house and car was a constant haze as my mother smoked at least two packages a day during my childhood. We were also let out in the morning with no great worry from our parents until it got dark. I live in Sweden, though, and I suspect our fauna is quite a bit less likely to kill you than the South African fauna. We have bears and moose, but they are very hard to just stumble across. With that said, I also have to confess that I know embarrassingly little about the South African fauna, apart from that you have great whites along the coast. (Thanks, David Attenborough!)
Anna- you posed some great questions here. What I find hilarious is that parenting in the 70s is, as Jerry Seinfeld used to say: very much like having a "pet bird, aka 'As long as I don't lose them, I'm doing my job.' " Which sometimes lead me to believe: perhaps they don't mind the kids getting killed? :) Thanks for sharing this. I will be thinking about this question for the rest of the week now, Anna.
Yes! That's so true! (And thanks for reminding me about that Seinfeld quote!) It really is a miracle that we survived the 70s parenting style. Someday, I will write a post about flying with my dad in my childhood. It involved things like sitting on an oil canister next to my dad's seat in a one seat airplane, doing loops in a plane that fell apart and landing on a frozen lake to duct tape a helicopter door shut as the lock broke and the door kept opening up mid flight. Good times!
Anna, this sure sounds like your Dad knows how to have a good time. Seems like he knows how to not only go with the flow, but to make the best of a not so great situation? I guess the price of that is risking life in a crazy way. :)
hahahhaha South African parents in the 70’s were BANANAS. we used to leave the house as kids in the morning, head off into the bush and no one cared where we were unless it was dinner time and we weren’t home
coupled with their indoor smoking habits and driving us around whilst drunk — i’m always surprised I survived
Oh god yes, the smoking... Our house and car was a constant haze as my mother smoked at least two packages a day during my childhood. We were also let out in the morning with no great worry from our parents until it got dark. I live in Sweden, though, and I suspect our fauna is quite a bit less likely to kill you than the South African fauna. We have bears and moose, but they are very hard to just stumble across. With that said, I also have to confess that I know embarrassingly little about the South African fauna, apart from that you have great whites along the coast. (Thanks, David Attenborough!)
Anna- you posed some great questions here. What I find hilarious is that parenting in the 70s is, as Jerry Seinfeld used to say: very much like having a "pet bird, aka 'As long as I don't lose them, I'm doing my job.' " Which sometimes lead me to believe: perhaps they don't mind the kids getting killed? :) Thanks for sharing this. I will be thinking about this question for the rest of the week now, Anna.
Yes! That's so true! (And thanks for reminding me about that Seinfeld quote!) It really is a miracle that we survived the 70s parenting style. Someday, I will write a post about flying with my dad in my childhood. It involved things like sitting on an oil canister next to my dad's seat in a one seat airplane, doing loops in a plane that fell apart and landing on a frozen lake to duct tape a helicopter door shut as the lock broke and the door kept opening up mid flight. Good times!
Anna, this sure sounds like your Dad knows how to have a good time. Seems like he knows how to not only go with the flow, but to make the best of a not so great situation? I guess the price of that is risking life in a crazy way. :)