And here I thought I had a false memory of a time when kids got to do things like that! Even dumb city kids like me. Nowadays, they live in bubble wrap. My daughter tells me, “I can’t believe the stuff you let me do as a kid!” but she lived with all sorts of restrictions that my wife and me never had.
The one that sticks in my memory was stepping in a spruce trap when I was about eleven. Nothing like being stuck in snow over your shoulders, with your snowshoes entangled in tree branches, and needing to dig, dig, dig with your hands even to reach the bindings. But that’s nothing compared with your harrowing tale!
