The Last Rebels: 25 Things We Did as Kids That Would Get Someone Arrested Today

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With all of the ridiculous new regulations, coddling, and societal mores that seem to be the norm these days, it’s a miracle those of us over 30 survived our childhoods.

Here’s the problem with all of this babying: it creates a society of weenies.

There won’t be more more rebels because this generation has been frightened into submission and apathy through a deliberately orchestrated culture of fear. No one will have faced adventure and lived to greatly embroider the story.

Kids are brainwashed – yes, brainwashed – into believing that the mere thought of a gun means you’re a psychotic killer waiting for a place to rampage.

They are terrified to do anything when they aren’t wrapped up with helmets, knee pads, wrist guards, and other protective gear.

Parents can’t let them go out and be independent or they’re charged with neglect and the children are taken away.

Woe betide any teen who uses a tool like a pocket knife, or heck, even a table knife to cut meat.

Lighting their own fire? Good grief, those parents must either not care of their child is disfigured by 3rd-degree burns over 90% of his body or they’re purposely nurturing a little arsonist.

Heaven forbid that a child describe another child as “black” or, for that matter, refer to others as girls or boys. No actual descriptors can be used for the fear of “offending” that person, and “offending” someone is incredibly high on the hierarchy of Things Never To Do.

“Free range parenting” is all but illegal and childhood is a completely different experience these days.

All of this babying creates incompetent, fearful adults.

Our children have been enveloped in this softly padded culture of fear, and it’s creating a society of people who are fearful, out of shape, overly cautious, and painfully politically correct. They are incredibly incompetent when they go out on their own because they’ve never actually done anything on their own.

When my oldest daughter came home after her first semester away at college, she told me how grateful she was to be an independent person. She described the scene in the dorm.  “I had to show a bunch of them how to do laundry and they didn’t even know how to make a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese,” she said. Apparently they were in awe of her ability to cook actual food that did not originate in a pouch or box, her skills at changing a tire, her knack for making coffee using a French press instead of a coffee maker, and her ease at operating a washing machine and clothes dryer. She says that even though she thought I was being mean at the time I began making her do things for herself, she’s now glad that she possesses those skills. Hers was also the room that had everything needed to solve everyday problems: basic tools, first aid supplies, OTC medicine, and home remedies.

I was truly surprised when my daughter told me about the lack of life skills her friends have. I always thought maybe I was secretly lazy and that was the basis on my insistence that my girls be able to fend for themselves, but it honestly prepares them for life far better than if I was a hands-on mom that did absolutely everything for them. They need to realize that clothing does not get worn and then neatly reappear on a hanger in the closet, ready to be worn again. They need to understand that meals do not magically appear on the table, created by singing appliances a la Beauty and the Beast.

If the country is populated by a bunch of people who can’t even cook a box of macaroni and cheese when their stoves function at optimum efficiency, how on earth will they sustain themselves when they have to not only acquire their food, but must use off-grid methods to prepare it? How can someone who requires an instruction manual to operate a digital thermostat hope to keep warm when their home environment it controlled by wood they have collected and fires they have lit with it? How can someone who is afraid of getting dirty plant a garden and shovel manure?

Did you do any of these things and live to tell the tale?

While I did make my children wear bicycle helmets and never took them on the highway in the back of a pick-up, many of the things on this list were not just allowed, they were encouraged. Before someone pipes up with outrage (because they’re *cough* offended) I’m not suggesting that you throw caution to the wind and let your kids attempt to hang-glide off the roof with a sheet attached to a kite frame. (I’ve got a scar proving that makeshift hang-gliding is, in fact, a terrible idea). Common sense evolves, and I obviously don’t recommend that you purposely put your children in unsafe situations with a high risk of injury.

But, let them be kids. Let them explore and take reasonable risks. Let them learn to live life without fear.

Raise your hand if you survived a childhood in the 60s, 70s, and 80s that included one or more of the following, frowned-upon activities (raise both hands if you bear a scar proving your daredevil participation in these dare-devilish events):

  1. Riding in the back of an open pick-up truck with a bunch of other kids
  2. Leaving the house after breakfast and not returning until the streetlights came on, at which point, you raced home, ASAP so you didn’t get in trouble
  3. Eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the school cafeteria
  4. Riding your bike without a helmet
  5. Riding your bike with a buddy on the handlebars, and neither of you wearing helmets
  6. Drinking water from the hose in the yard
  7. Swimming in creeks, rivers, ponds, and lakes (or what they now call *cough* “wild swimming“)
  8. Climbing trees (One park cut the lower branches from a tree on the playground in case some stalwart child dared to climb them)
  9. Having snowball fights (and accidentally hitting someone you shouldn’t)
  10. Sledding without enough protective equipment to play a game in the NFL
  11. Carrying a pocket knife to school (or having a fishing tackle box with sharp things on school property)
  12. Camping
  13. Throwing rocks at snakes in the river
  14. Playing politically incorrect games like Cowboys and Indians
  15. Playing Cops and Robbers with *gasp* toy guns
  16. Pretending to shoot each other with sticks we imagined were guns
  17. Shooting an actual gun or a bow (with *gasp* sharp arrows) at a can on a log, accompanied by our parents who gave us pointers to improve our aim. Heck, there was even a marksmanship club at my high school
  18. Saying the words “gun” or “bang” or “pow pow” (there actually a freakin’ CODE about “playing with invisible guns”)
  19. Working for your pocket money well before your teen years
  20. Taking that money to the store and buying as much penny candy as you could afford, then eating it in one sitting
  21. Eating pop rocks candy and drinking soda, just to prove we were exempt from that urban legend that said our stomachs would explode
  22. Getting so dirty that your mom washed you off with the hose in the yard before letting you come into the house to have a shower
  23. Writing lines for being a jerk at school, either on the board or on paper
  24. Playing “dangerous” games like dodgeball, kickball, tag, whiffle ball, and red rover (The Health Department of New York issued a warning about the “significant risk of injury” from these games)
  25. Walking to school alone

Come on, be honest.  Tell us what crazy stuff you did as a child.

Teach your children to be independent this summer.

We didn’t get trophies just for showing up. We were forced, yes, forced – to do actual work and no one called protective services. And we gained something from all of this.

Our independence.

Do you really think that children who are terrified by someone pointing his finger and saying “bang” are going to lead the revolution against tyranny? No, they will cower in their tiny apartments, hoping that if they behave well enough, they’ll continue to be fed.

Do you think our ancestors who fought in the revolutionary war were afraid to climb a tree or get dirty?

Those of us who grew up this way (and who raise our children to be fearless) are the resistance against a coddled, helmeted, non-offending society that aims for a dependant populace. In a country that was built on rugged self-reliance, we are now the minority.

Nurture the rebellion this summer. Boot them outside. Get your kids away from their TVs, laptops, and video games. Get sweaty and dirty. Do things that makes the wind blow through your hair. Go off in search of the best climbing tree you can find. Shoot guns. Learn to use a bow and arrow. Play outside all day long and catch fireflies after dark. Do things that the coddled world considers too dangerous and watch your children blossom.

Teach your kids what freedom feels like.

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Contributed by Daisy Luther of The Organic Prepper.

Daisy Luther is a freelance writer and editor who lives in a small village in the Pacific Northwestern area of the United States.  She is the author of The Pantry Primer: How to Build a One Year Food Supply in Three Months. On her website, The Organic Prepper, Daisy writes about healthy prepping, homesteading adventures, and the pursuit of liberty and food freedom.  Daisy is a co-founder of the website Nutritional Anarchy, which focuses on resistance through food self-sufficiency. Daisy’s articles are widely republished throughout alternative media. You can follow her on Facebook, Pinterest,  and Twitter, and you can email her at daisy@theorganicprepper.ca

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  • vfrtower

    Mere child’s play…

  • YeahRightOkay

    …lets see…

    …chasing trains to get on and ride until it is too fast…and then jumping off…

    …swimming in the bay without anyone else around…

    …riding dirt bikes without a license…

    …seeing what a train does to a penny…

    …throwing rocks at each other until a train came by…

    …using bb and pellet guns to play army, cowboys and indians, cops and robbers…

    …playing football in the street…

    …playing hide in go seek after dark…

    …running around all day without a shirt on or shoes on…

    …getting up early to go fishing or using dad’s shot gun for duck hunting…

    …the list goes on…however, the one thing we did was respected our elders because they respected us…well some did some didn’t…but we still respected them…

    • Eric Boyles

      Yeah me too! All those things when I was a young timer. I had a chemistry set when I was 12 that had a burner in it with all these chemicals and test tubes and shit. You could make bombs with the chemicals and the parents would just say…..be careful in there! They’d hear an explosion and theyd come in and say….dinner is ready….put that away now! it was no biggie!!

      • YeahRightOkay

        …an older brother of mine had a chemistry set…when he wasn’t looking…I would use it myself…mmmm…loved what the sulfur could do…!!!…and just think those were the days that you could go down to the local store and replenish you stock for the chemistry set…and yup…then mom would call us to dinner…!!!

  • Kelly Carter

    GUILTY!!! 25 counts….and more!!!!

  • Glenn Turner

    My brother and I used to hunt each other with our Dads air rifle. We used dried pea’s and bits of electrical wire for ammo!:) We never aimed above the waist and when I hunted and shot my brother I would drop the air rifle then run and hide and my broither would then hunt me. It was so much fun!! Hahaha. It was even fun to pick a dried pea out of my thigh with a pair of tweezers as I couldn’t stop laughing Hahaha. When not hunting each other we rode our bikes without helmets every where often riding for 40 minutes one way to the each carrying a surfboard and spend most of the day at the beach. Life was better back then!! Got caught underage drinking one night and the cops took me home and told my Mum who then punished me well and truley. These days a cop will not do such a decent thing…The rules won’t let them, gutless poof’s!!!

    Recently I have started making thermite. My nephews love it!!! They keep saying do it again, do it again Hahaha. I do make them wear UV proof glasses as thermite does put out a lot of UV light. I love seeing the look of wonder on their faces when the thermite is burning!!

  • grammyprepper

    crabapple fights…slingshots…cap guns, or even making the caps go off with a rock or a fingernail…firecrackers being lit off without adult supervision…sticks weren’t only guns, but swords too…sleeping under the stars…mudwrestling-before it was a ‘thing’…rolling down hills (some pretty steep) in the grass, and sledding down those same hills in the winter, never mind you could easily end up landing in the street…ice skating in the local tennis court that was filled by the city…getting pecked by the neighbors chickens…eating at the neighbors without asking your parents…spending time with the older folks up the street because they had such cool stuff at their house, like tools and learning how to use them (and she made the best lemonade)…and our parents thought nothing of it, because we were just kids being kids! And, yes, I was–still am–a tomboy, not my fault I grew up around mostly boys, doing a lot of boy things…and gee, I turned out heterosexual, of all things…go figure…It’s amazing any of us survived this long, LOL!

    • YeahRightOkay

      …lmaorotf…I remember all these as well Grammy…but we couldn’t wait until the crabapples came in so we could eat them…the same with eating almonds prior to them ripening…in the winter we didn’t have snow to slide down…but the brown grass on a cardboard sled…

      …you are very much like my sister who is the oldest and grew up with 5 little brothers…she had to keep up or be lost…but we lost when she found out what boys were actually for…lol…!!!

      • grammyprepper

        you actually ate the crabapples? what did you use for ammunition then? LOL!

        • YeahRightOkay

          …ammunition…???…decorative rocks that surrounded the crabapple tree…of course…!!!…and the crabapples…kinda sour that gave us all pucker power and giggles…but we soon found out not to eat too many…or we got a whippin from mom having a stomach ache from eating too many of them…

  • Eric Boyles

    Jeeez I’d bring fishing gear to school with me and hide it in my locker. No one questioned me about it! I went fishing almost every day after school. The school was right on the river. Had pocket knives with me, a pellet gun in the locker too. Teacher would pull it out and look at it and aim it and then nod with approval. It was no big deal!! Swimming in the current of the river, went hunting after school for deer and varmits. it was no big deal!

  • Anothereno

    Crab apple fights and eating them.
    Choke cherry peashooter wars

    Potato guns.
    Air riffles and air handguns.
    Homemade bows and arrows
    Blowguns (needle pointed)
    Campfires
    building log cabins we’d use as clubhouses.
    sticks for sword fights.
    Hunting partridge with slingshots and blowguns.
    Fishing having a fire and cooking it in tinfoil.
    Handheld roman candle launcher
    Fireworks

    and a lot of other things I probably shouldn’t list lol, growing up in the bush was fun 🙂

    None of which my parents had any clue we were doing

  • clearmind

    It all part of the govt/tptb continuing attempt to instill fear and compliance in the youth of today in order to better control them in the future. Imagine just hoe manipulated and fearfull a child growing up today will be as an adult………

  • Nichole Koonce

    #22
    Just mud? We had to be de-skunked…. SEVERAL times.
    Yes we bothered the skunks…

  • Nichole Koonce

    Snipe hunts!

  • Gearmoe

    This seems to be a city-created problem. The more rural you get the more reality based lives become. USA is home to hysteria and brainwashing which makes the most evil of all time look tame.

  • Ken, Megapolis

    Hi all. This Dear Daisy post is head and shoulders above the riff raff articles we normally get here because you know as well as I do that we have some grave decisions ahead of us to make.
    My beef with Alternative Media is that there is a temptation during unfortunate times of falling subscribership to play the sensationalist card to bring the punters back. Chief resources were Ebola, Nuclear War with Russia, ISIS etc to name but a few. Admit it, this desperate and short term strategy is but a patch when the Ship is sinking anyway.
    A ‘Grass Roots’ approach to prepping and indeed Daily Life well BEFORE SHTF is in my view the standard and only approach.
    Sorry, but who gives a Shit what the subscribers think?
    They will wish they had really listened when SHTF.
    Help them not me God.