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Wondering How I Survived Growing Up in the 60s
There was danger everywhere, we just didn’t realize it.
Growing up in the 60s and into the 70s I didn’t think I lived a particularly dangerous or risky life. Looking back on those times through the lens of today’s standards, my parents would probably be arrested, or at least get a visit from DHS. So, what types of dangerous activities did I engage in? Here’s a list.
1: Riding in the back of a pickup.
Sometimes I would ride with my cousins in the back of a pickup. I don’t recall any of us falling out. I also don’t remember any helmets being used. Riding in the back of a pickup kept you alert. Sort of like Kato kept Clouseau alert in those Pink Panther movies. Be ready for anything.
2: Using an ax to chop off chickens’ heads.
My aunt and uncle had a farm of sorts and they raised chickens. The chickens were sometimes part of a Sunday dinner. My cousin and I, both about 10 years old, would take turns chopping off the heads of the chick. Actually, my aunt was the one in danger.
She was the one holding the chicken so its head was positioned on the chopping block. I was always afraid I would swing the ax and hit my aunt’s hands so I erred on the side of…
