Safety sure has changed since I've been a kid. We had no car seats, heck no seat belts (or maybe we had seat belts but didn't have to wear them?)...I remember bouncing around in the back seat with my sisters. I got to laughing one day when I thought of all the unsafe things we did. How many rabid raccoons and chipmunks and you name it, wobbling in the driveway in broad day light, did we take under our wing? Patrick had a whole session put on by the animal control officer. We would plummet down the hills on our bikes, pedaling to go faster, with our bare heads. We ice skated on creeks and ponds we tested ourselves...if we made it out to the middle it was deemed "safe". We ate berries that I'm sure in large doses could be poisonous. When I look at the things my mom used for us as babies-little seats, swings-all of which I'm sure didn't have five point harness systems-I wonder how we survived. I sure do remember talks on stranger danger at school-the most terrifyingly inappropriate film was shown to us little first graders, and it scared the beejibbers out of us. I don't think I talked to strangers till my late 20's and I can still see scenes of that film in my head. Don't take candy from strangers, was really the lesson behind it all, or you might end up dead in a drainage pipe. Eeek!
Anyways-I loved Safety Town. I love their approach (gentle, no murder scenes involved). Patrick received a little certificate and a great deal of pride. What I really wish he would receive is a little stamp that would stay with him for life-sort of like the Good Housekeeping seal of approval-a lifetime guarantee that he will stay safe always-through the daring boy years, into the invincible teenage years, and then beyond. It would let my mother's heart rest a little easier. Wouldn't that be great?