Happy New Year to all readers and contributors. Late I know as one month has gone into the New Year. School has just returned from our summer holidays and again parents are lined up to collect children that they are too afraid to let make their own way home from school.
This morning I thought of our ex next door neighbours and their children. How lucky I thought that they lived next to the park and river and had that entire area as their garden to ride their bikes, skateboards and swim in the river. Then I wondered if they were allowed out without parental eyes watching them. Probably not. Although most people in the dog park are regulars and would notice anything amiss can you take the chance. Lucky for the kids their parents are adventurous outdoors people so they often get to be there.
As children we lived next to a park with a river flowing through it and we weren’t allowed past our boundary fence. I can remember only a few occasions we ventured over without an adult being present and on all those occasions there were more kids than just the two of us. What were my parents frightened of. Us drowning in the river? We were both strong swimmers. Perhaps a spate of well publicised murders such as the one at Wanda Beach. We didn’t know, we didn’t think about it but I know my Mum came up with stories to explain her actions. Terrifiying stories that stuck even to this day.
Can you remember any tales of fear that your parents used to stop you going out of bounds. Please join in giving your location at the time of your memory and your generation. An explanation of the generations and the purpose of the prompts along with conditions for joining in can be seen at the Times Past Page. Join in either in the comments or by creating your own post and linking. Looking forward to your memories.
Baby Boomer – Rural Australia
One of the stories told to us by my mother ensured that we didn’t leave this beachy area of the river. It was a wonderful river to explore and one day we did just that, putting the fear of God into my mother. She was angry when we were found only a little bit further downstream. She then told us in vivid graphic detail death by quicksand. We could have the quick death by struggling against the sand as it sucked us in or the slow one by keeping one hand raised as though we were wanting to ask a question in shcool and allow the sand to slow engulf us. Keep the mouth closed and tip the head back so that the nose would be one of the last orifices to have sand enter. And pray. Hope that someone came along and could find then necessary log to put across the sand – this would sink slower otherwise our rescuer would probably find himself in the same predicament. She went on to tell us of the woman who’d sunk in this way, in this stretch of river. I have no idea whether this was true or not. Perhaps this could be my next research project but she did succeed in stopping us from wandering.
Baby Boomer – City Australia
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