CannyDan said pretty much everything I’ve been trying to.
Forbidden fruit, for example, is what lead to my friends and I playing in traffic down on Route 8. The danger made it more exciting. The drivers would shake their fists at us, honk, etc, and we’d just laugh.
Kinda like people who do extreme sports, there’s just a little thrill out of doing something risky.
My dad’s cousin (well, I guess that makes him my cousin too), lost a finger tip playing with a firecracker. My dad taught my aunt and her friend how to use one to blow up a neighbor’s mailbox, when my aunt had a paper route and the woman wouldn’t pay what she owed.
And some kids are different, even having been raised in the same family. Take my sister and I. I was the trust-worthy one when I was little. When we lived above the funeral home, the main building was three stories, and the garage was one, creating a large roof you could walk out on. My dad built a nice little porch in the back. My mother would sit at the table crocheting while I’d be playing in my kiddie pool, or with my dolls. She was able to trust me if she had to run inside to answer the phone and what not.
My sister, on the other hand, who didn’t come along until after we moved out, was NOT someone who could be trusted to play out there. She was the type who would have to be leashed to keep her from climbing over that rail in a heartbeat.
I was the kid who would hold my mom’s hand and just follow her around when we went shopping. My sister was the one who ran off, who purposely climbed into displays. My mother had to get her one of those kid leashes (the wrist to wrist kind), and even then she got a little thrill out of wrapping it around displays.
Now, my sister wasn’t a bad kid. She was just a little troublemaker. Likewise, my cousin Josh was the type who just didn’t think. He was the of the afore-mentioned uncle who kept hunting rifles. My uncle had them locked up in a gun cabinet, because Josh would have been playing with them. He was the one who once took half a bottle of vitamins, figuring if one was good, a whole bottle would be better. He ended up having to have his stomach pumped. And he wasn’t and isn’t stupid. He just lacks common sense, and tends to be impulsive.
I’m not saying that kids are definitely going to do these things. Just that many of them DO, even knowing better. Who here amoung us has NEVER done anything dangerous, or forbidden, even knowing you weren’t supposed to?