From 6th to 8th grade, the boys in my class played one game, and one game only at morning recess and lunch - Animal Soccer.
The rules were simple - you must kick the ball into the goal to score. That was the only rule. (We used a ball around 3 inches in diameter).
And everybody played - from the Cool Kid to the Four-Eyed Fat Boy. There were cuts and scrapes, and the occasional sprain or nasty bloody nose. It probably didn’t help that we were playing on asphalt.
I earned my grade-school nickname from the game - Truck (my signature move was, on defense, to barrel into the scrum fighting over the ball and knock the scrum away from our goal.)
And where were our teachers during this violent display of male aggression? Likely in the teacher’s lounge, thankful that we were doing this instead of getting into fights, breaking things, or picking on the 5th graders - those annoying little runts.
A quick inventory reveals around 13 scars on my body, all but one received before the age of 14, and none due to surgery or the like. And I got no scars from the 3 or 4 times I fell through the ice while skating, or got held down too long while roughhousing in the pool, or sprained an ankle jumping off low cliffs over the creeks near home.
Any one of the incidents that caused those scars could have resulted in a much more serious injury, but none did.
And that doesn’t mean I was lucky - it means I was normal. This nation just doesn’t know jack shit about statistics, and it really has screwed us up. Every person who campaigns for mandatory bike helmet laws, or closely supervised play, or seat belt laws or the like seems to forget that their parents were around to bear them despite the fact that their parents never heard of a bike helmet, never even saw an adult during most of their summer days, and learned to drive in cars in which lap belts were optional equipment.
And the world really isn’t more dangerous now. There are simply more of us, so the miniscule odds of something bad happening means that more people get the bad luck. But that doesn’t mean that, individually, it is more likely that you or I, or those kids playing, are going to get seriously hurt.
And before you ask, yes, I wear a bike helmet, and I keep an eye on my neices when I babysit, and I buckle my seat belt. But by doing all those things, I haven’t appreciably improved my or my neices odds of avoiding serious injury - because the odds were overwhelmingly that no one was going to get injured in the first place.
I’m kind of rambling, but I hope you get my point. People, even kids, get hurt and even get killed. But I submit that the damage done to everyone by this panicky attitude towards risk is much greater than all the broken arms and black eyes that actually happen.
Sua