Back in September of 2007 I wrote a post called The Bubble-Wrapped Child in which I talked about the lengths to which modern parents go to protect their children from every conceivable danger. I was a child who grew up with protective, but not smothering parents in the suburbs of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in the 1950's and 60's. I drank water from the garden hose, walked home in the dark through the woods and along poorly-lit streets, ate nuts, rode my bicycle without a helmet*, and did all sorts of things that would horrify today's parents.
Somehow, I managed to make it to adulthood.
If you are my age or older, you may remember a time when this was the sort of seat we installed in the family car for our small children ...
Compare it to the average car seat we buy for our children today ...
Makes you wonder how any of us survived to adulthood, doesn't it?
Nostalgia is a fine thing, but all things considered, I'd use the newer seats if I were you.
Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.
Bilbo
* I remember taking a fall from my bike and coming home with a lot of bad scrapes ... which my mother treated by pouring hydrogen peroxide over them to "fizz out the dirt," putting a few band-aids over the ugliest of the scrapes, and sending me back outside. I survived.
3 comments:
ah, you just spoke of my childhood right on down to the hydrogen peroxide which I would rather bleed to death than have her do to me.
My swing set wasn't over rubber mulch either and when I fell, ouch.
I also sat in the far back of the station wagon with my sisters and thought that was so cool. Which is a death trap. Apparently my parents didn't love us. :-)
I would get one of the newer models for my kids, if we had any.
I had a flimsy car seat when I was an infant and was unbelted during childhood.
I found the newer car seats to be safer, particularly the infant one that faced the rear and was in the back seat.
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